I received an email today which said that my sports take on boxing, was selected to be on Random Blog Quotes. I wonder how they find my blog. Actually, I'm curious as to how anyone finds my blog. The web is this gigundous (love this silly word) thing with as many sites I would imagine, as there are people who surf the net. How anybody finds anyone or anything is amazing to me. I think I even received a comment in portuguese, if I'm not mistaken. That's cool, very cool.

I'm rereading The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. I think I read it as a child, but I don't remember. It seems like one of those books that every child reads. I cried at the end of the first story, when Mowgli gets kicked out the wolf pack. There was something very sad about that, to be kicked out of the only family you have ever known. I mean, Mowgli had some memories of his human family, but they were very vague. The wolves, the panther and the bear were the only family he knew.

I have visions of Mowgli ending up like Christopher Lambert in that movie, Greystoke - The Legend of Tarzan, where he's crazy and missing the jungle. But then again, I can kind of imagine him turning out like George of the Jungle too, or maybe Brendan Frazer in the disney movie. I think I'll just stick to imagining that Mowgli has no future. Rudyard Kipling didn't give him a future outside of The Jungle book, and neither will I. Poor Mr. Kipling is probably rolling over in his grave over what his story has morphed into over the years. I'm not quite sure I blame him either.

Musical Selection: Morcheeba - Big Calm, Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes, Cassandra Wilson - New Moon Daughter.

I'm going through my pile of papers and filing. I hate filing, but those papers have to go somewhere.

My take on the Oscar De La Hoya and Fernando Vargas fight.

De La Hoya is younger, and a strategic fighter. Vargas is older, but he's also a slugger. Vargas hates De La Hoya, and in interviews has called De La Hoya a "Ricki Maritn impersonator". It's a classic case of the smart tactical boxer versus the brash angry slugger.

Like I really know boxing, but if De La Hoya fights a smart fight, he'll win by decision.

Come on, every girl's gotta have a sport take once in awhile. And I actually like watching boxing if it's done well; it's almost like watching a ballet. Besides, I've taken enough aerobic boxing classes to know that what they do in the ring is very difficult. Boxing is a strange sport, watching it is even stranger. But it's so primal. Humans have been fighting mano a mano since forever. When I watch it, I feel like I'm accessing my ancestral past, you know, those ancestral voices. The urge to fight is part of that reptilian brain that we all have. I'm not sure we'll ever be able to ever get away from the urge to fight or watch others fight.

Musical selection this afternoon:Linkin Park - Hybrid Theory, Puddle of Mudd - Com Clean, Kid Rock - Devil without a Cause.

Rock on!!! Whatever happened to MTV's The Headbanger's Ball?

Excerpt from my new book, The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling

Now Chil the Kite brings home the night that Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut for loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power, talon and tush and claw.
Oh hear the call! -- Good hunting all that keep the Jungle Law?
--Night-song in the Jungle.