As part of my ongoing rebellion against my inherent wussiness, I walked across the street today and ate several pieces of sushi for lunch -- with chopsticks, no less. Mmm, raw eel! Next time I see my mother, I'll make sure to mention my sushi feast so I can hear all about intestinal parasites.

Recently I've had an urge to go diving again, maybe due to that silly Zen diving article. I doubt I'll be able to do that anytime soon, but it's sure nice to think about being 90 feet underwater, swimming with the marine life around some sunken bridge span.