Saint Stephen's Day: Hungary

This Hungarian national festival is dedicated to St. Stephen, the first king of Hungary, who converted his people to Christianity. The day is marked with a procession of Catholic Hungary's most revered possession -- a mummified hand believed to have belonged to the Saint himself. Sporting events, music, and folk dances also celebrate this day.

More about St. Stephen.

A picture and information about St. Stephen's Basilica.

pure coincidence

I keep forgetting I have that old webpage I don't update anymore. I used to work on that at my last job, because it killed time and ate bandwidth. I started a list of every book I owned, and made it through most of the fiction.

A random email last week from a kind person in California who discovered that one of the books I own is out of print. Oddly, I had just started reading The Language of Fear by Del James, partly because I've been watching too many Guns N Roses videos.

We're working out a book exchange. She's sending me Leni Riefenstahl's memoir and Michael Azerrad's Come As You Are. Trish seems tres cool and I find myself wanting to talk more with her.

Tonight's dinner outing is for Mongolian barbeque. I'm excited. Delicious food. Tonight is also my last night of being an unemployed Austin slacker.

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After our nifty dinner at Mongolian Barbeque, Aaron, Suzanne and I went for ice cream and wandered HEB looking at weird stuff. Went to see Kiss of the Dragon at the dollar theater. Natalie was there, but we missed her since she was sitting way up front.

My "Tax Relief for America's Workers" arrived today. I feel strange about it. On one hand, it's kind of a nice thing, and on the other I feel uneasy about it. I suppose that is mostly due to not having a unified political opinion.

Time for sleeping. So nervous about going back to work.