OK, this blogger connection problem is starting to peeve me greatly. But I won't start ranting about that because it's pointless to moan about things you can't help. The major event of the last few days was: I learned football. I am sure some of you reading this will be shocked that a young hardy american boy knew virtually nothing of this national pastime, but I was raised into baseball and basketball and the One True Sport: Ultimate Frisbee. However, havig recently been askeed to referee the Seabury games, I found myself in a student's apartment last night, watching the Broncos/Ravens game with root beer in hand. Which, as games went, was a relative slaughter, but it served my purposes admirably, because the Broncos, who did not seem exactly on top of things, provided ample oppurtunity for me to learn foul types and signals. And to whoever the Bronco's QB was that night: even I knew that chest-slamming a ref is a really really stupid move.

Tunes: "Across The Night", Silverchair; "I Love LA", Randy Newman.