San Francisco Archbishop Levada

Archbishop William Levada will be the next doctrinal enforcer. I like Archbishop Levada. Except for length and delivery, his homilies are pretty good. He manages to reconcile Catholicism with Westernization while remaining true to fundamental Catholic doctrine. Maybe Pope Benedict is a sheep in wolf's clothing, after all.

Yay Jimmy!

My brother graduated from college tonight.

While that sentence seems simple enough, it's really quite a big deal. Jimmy was a horrible student in grade school and high school. He hated authority and refused to study. When he graduated from high school, he enlisted in the Navy because my mother gave him a choice: go to school or join the military. Otherwise, he was out of her house and on his own. Nine years after finishing high school, he graduated from college -- a degree engineering with an orange tassel to boot!

What I like most about Jimmy is his honesty, his generosity of spirit and his dedication. Although he can be ferocious at times, he has a twinkle in his eye and warmth in his heart for just about anyone. He works very hard and is devoted to his friends and family.

I know a lot of really smart people, but compared to them, he's a rock star in my book.

Apple

I love my iBook G4. It serves my word-processing educational purposes very well. It only crashes when I have two Microsoft products open at the same time (and I suspect that's a problem with Microsoft), and even then the applications shut down, not the entire computer. It is well designed -- even the packaging was spiffy!

However, I've one significant problem. Perhaps I have crammed three years of "typical use" into nine months. Perhaps I'm a furious typer -- think Rachmaninoff. The letters have worn off many of the keys: e, s d, f, c, n, m, l. Some are only partially erased: v, b, r. If you notice, my left hand seems to be the powerhouse of typing (e, s, d, f, c, v, b, r) whereas the right hand only destroyed l, n, and m. It's not that bad when I'm typing regularly because I never look at the keyboard. However, when, for whatever reason, I have to type a single letter that happens to be one of the erased, I am kind of confused. Do you ever remember telephone numbers by dialing position instead of by number? It's kind of the same thing.

At Last

I'm done! Soon, I'll be heading back to San Francisco. I can hardly wait . . .

To celebrate the completion of my first year of law school, I joined friends at a local Rum Runners establishment. I had fun, but it certainly wasn't because of the toupee wearin' dirty-old-man piano player. He was so crass! Such dirty "humor." Maybe it's because I'm getting old. Sadly, there were no Etta James tributes. The most talented of the piano players played Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, strangely enough. Do you remember it?

KP's father likes to tell the story about when he found KP as a two-year-old upon the counter with a jar of honey. He resourcefully used the drawers as steps to climb to the cupboard, opened the jar and upended it upon himself. His father found him covered in honey with his hand stuck inside the jar trying to get the bit at the bottom, completely disregarding the honey all over him. In honor of this story, I present a haiku:

Baby likes honey
sticky fingers seek the last
none left in the jar