Beanpotpourri

Used to be, all I needed to get myself motivated to get some work done at this place was a little plastic 175-gram circular object to throw around and run after (well, that and the company of four special people). But now it seems I can't get just one sport to hold my attention for very long. What will become of me, and how many creative ways can I think up to risk spraining, bruising, getting tendonitis, tearing, or pulling?...

...Or, for that matter, hucking, sculling, or kicking ass? I guess I'm not willing to give any of these up just yet.

Check out www.billkang.com for one last post on the inner workings of Bermuda, this time in food format.