Just got my white belt a couple of weeks ago. It just gets harder and harder. Warmups take almost an hour. We're soaked with sweat by the end. Then we practice traditional techniques. Soaked again. Then we practice self defense. Again, soaked.
I'm getting stronger, more agile, more flexible, more aware of my body. I have better hand-eye coordination, or maybe I'm just paying closer attention. I'm learning -- again and forever -- to be a beginner with a beginner's mind. posted at
My first Photo Credit appears in the magazine this week. I got the cover photo (in print and on the website) and two on the inside of the print edition.
My byline has been appearing now and then on some daily web items, mostly rewrites of press releases like this one. Not a big deal, but I'll take it. posted at
Thursday, June 13, 2002
Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska
Nobel Laureate 1996
(Translated by S. Baranczak & C. Cavanagh)
Just because many of her preferences are like mine is not enough reason to praise this poem. That it does not scan like 'Trees' nor yet like some Poundian Canto this is reason to pause and consider it. That her ideas are made clear in simple language (whether Polish or English, I do not need to know), this is reason for praise and wonder.
Pride Day The Gay Pride parade in Washington, DC was on Saturday, the 8th. Here's Phil's comment:
What a Stud!
Before the parade Clark talked with me, a straight female friend and a gay male friend. After Clark walked away, I turned around to my two adult friends who had transformed into two children as excited as if it were Christmas morning and they couldn't wait to find out what Santa had brought. With eager anticipation, they chorused in stereo, "WELL?" I laughed. Still excited, but now with some irritation, they chorused in stereo, "WELL!" And then back and forth with, "Yea, come on and tell us." "Oh, what a stud!" "So who gets him?" "So tell us, which of us has a chance with the gorgeous guy."
I'm one of Phil's friends. His female friend and I got to walk behind Phil in the parade. She carried little toy shovels to give to kids on the parade route. I carried a sign for Phil's completely altruistic project: "Scoop the dog [Phil's costume -- stunning, by the way] says scoop your pet's poop!"
First Day Today is June 10, 2002, my sister's x-ty2nd birthday. Also Founder's Day for Alcoholics Anonymous. And it is the first day of my own personal weblog. Let's try this and see where it goes. Will anyone see it? posted at