Over breakfast at the diner (plug, plug), my dad gave me a pretty good idea based on the training he got at the olympic training center. Basically, there are two ways to go about it ("it," of course, being some breath-training). Either set a watch so it goes off every fifteen minutes or so to remind you to breathe deeply or control your breathing, or at any minorly stressful point (pulling up to an intersection, thinking of an answer, during an awkward conversation) just be conscious of how often you actually end up holding your breath.

The Youngest Doll by Rosario Ferre is a nice collection of short stories. While it's translated from Spanish (the author is Puerto Rican), I thought it still flowed smoothly enough. In fact, some of the more disturbing and deceptive qualities of the stories more than came through. Kind of lyrical fiction with a sprinkle of horror.

-the best part about the new King Kong movie is not Peter Jackson being the director. Oh no. It is that the illustrious Jack Black is going to be in it! Hoorah! (via the lit theory...not sure what the hell to call that class...prof)

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