searching for turtles

The recent discovery of Chandra's corpse and the constantly repeated news mantra "found while searching for turtles" rings some sort of pop significance in my mind. Sounds like a good name for a blog to me.

In the Far East, the shell was a symbol of heaven, and the square underside was a symbol of earth. The turtle was an animal whose magic united heaven and earth.

This week I started my summer temp work at the American Psychological Association. My office budget duties don't promise to be engaging, but it's an interesting enough place to work, and somewhat close to home.

Tomorrow we leave for West Virginia to go backpacking! It promises to thunderstorm, but hopefully it won't rain much, and otherwise scare away the yuppies and the cub scouts there.

Brad Fullmer, designated hitter for the Anaheim Angels, is now tormenting me with his hotness - he has grown a beard, making him more irresistible to jimbo. Sadly, all the Orioles/Angels games this season are in Anaheim, so there's no excuse to go see the Orioles unless Ken Caminiti returns to baseball from his crack-induced exile.

Y'all have a relaxing Memorial Day weekend! Grill some good chicken for me.