gone fishin'

I went fishing this past Saturday with some of my favorite people in the whole wide world. I haven't been fishing since middle school when my dad used to take my older sister and I. The fishing pier on 89th Street and Seawall is much shorter than I remember. I bought a new fishing pole and got an official hunting and fishing license (complete with a bright orange license holder from Wal-Mart); so I hope to go on some more trips when the weather warms up. Galveston ain't much, but it sure has its finer moments. I'll try to upload the rest of the fishing trip pictures later this week. Just in case you were wondering if I was annoyed by the violent cartoon protests-- oh, you bet I am. What better way to protest a cartoon that depicts your religious group as violent than to throw knives and stones at people, make bomb threats and set flags and oh yes, embassies on fire. Real pacifists, let me tell you. I apologize if I sound ignorant and insensitive. I know that the hatred in some of the protesters runs much deeper than I can ever understand. I know it's beyond me. Where I live, I don't have to fight for the right to believe in something. But I'm just growing weary of it all. Today I took a break from the NPR updates to listen to a mindless interview with Pink. It was lighthearted and refreshing. She says that she's becoming more political. And that worries me. Last time a music celebrity got political, the world saw what we thought we'd never see-- Mike Myers feeling extremely awkward in front of a camera. Not acting awkward because God know we've seen that-- no, feeling awkward. Well, that's all for now. Lots of exciting things coming up this month, including the purchase of a new townhouse!