Tyra Banks, Eat Your Heart Out!

I just remembered that you can still see photos of me modelling Tibetan monk's robes at Tibetan Spirit.  I bet you didn't know I had a previous life as a super model.  I don't do autographs, so don't ask.  When the photos were being taken, the photographer started laughing and asked me if he should say "Work it, baby!"  I suggested he skip that part.

I think it's going to feel weird wearing pants when I move to Korea.  The few times I've put them on in the past six years it's felt strange, like someone changed my legs without telling me.  At least I won't have to deal with the cold draft in the winter.

In other news, I'm going nuts with all the students moving in for the spring semester.  Lots to do.  The reality of working full-time while taking two classes and writing a thesis is starting to dawn on me.  If you hear word of a mad monk running wild through the streets of Rosemead, CA you'll know it's me.  But then this blog is called "A Monk Amok."