I'm writing to you "live" from the University of Texas at Dallas campus. They're having an open house and I'm helping my girlfriend "man" her department's table. [That's actually a pun, but only she would get it.]

It's been an interesting weekend. I've been catching up on my Buddhist studies, and am once again struck by how I've been a Buddhist all along and never knew it. We were at Lake Worth yesterday, sitting in a little picnic table at the top of a cliff overlooking the water, and I did my studying while my girlfriend did her jewelry work, and I kept on exclaiming "That makes sense!" and "That's been my philosophy all along!" Meanwhile a student film maker and his cast were making a movie around us, and they, in turn, were being frustrated by their scenes being interrupted by huge military airplanes that were flying practice runs right overhead out of the nearby Air Force base.

Last night, I was watching Sex And The City (or is it Sex IN The City?) with my girlie-girlie-girlfriend and kept finding examples in the plot line that fit in with my Buddhist studies. Lots of examples of "suffering." Yeah, it works. Cool. I've definitely found my religion. Yeah.

Groovy.

I hope all you writers out there are getting some writing done. I've been doing quite a bit but don't feel I'm making any headway. I've got a lot of side projects to keep myself distracted. Hmmm. Why do I do that to myself?

Anyway, have a good week, be brilliant, and find some happiness.