i didn't have anything to say...and i still don't. go away. because when i don't have anything to say i usually end up saying a lot of stupid stuff. i'm feeling pretty good. how are you?

today was the first full day since school let out that i didn't have to be somewhere or do something. it was my own day. i wasted it. what did i do? ate breakfast. drank coffee. read a bit of Madame Bovary. played around on this here computer and taught myself how to make an image map with Adobe PageMill 3.0. what's an image map? you ask. well. look at this picture.

aside from the glorious handsomeness of this young man, there's not much to note. but, if you place your cursor (your mouse arrow thingy) over certain parts of this photo, you will notice that there are hidden links that can be clicked - to take you to various odd places. this is an image map. and now i know how to make one. no biggy...but a small step for me. i needed to learn this skill because i've got an idea for our carmelite community website - which doesn't yet exist but will if my brothers concur.

a carmelite community website is not my idea. simon kenny wrote it up in our nifty new community resources binder. simon has always had pretty good ideas...a unique take on the world...and this one has sparked some interest. (just came to me that we might include a weblog to which any of us could contribute at any time)

in other news...i stumbled aorund the track a bit less than three miles this afternoon...it got too hot, so i took it easy. but i'm still here to talk about it, so it couldn't have been that bad. i have been very irregluar with exercise lately...and resolve to do better. dom has been shaming me by being up at 5:45 to put in his mile(s)...and earlier this afternoon he was trying out the bicycle...uh-oh.

well, that's about it. i sit here clacking away on this tiny iMac keyboard, listening to joe ely and the mavericks. sorry it wasn't much today. what... you wanted a funny journal? a touching journal? a mysterious journal?

The lessons of life amount not to wisdom but to scar tissue.

Wallace Stegner