ESL teaching begins in earnest on Monday. I've been a bit spoiled--getting up early but not having to leave the house until 8 or 8:30. Teaching in the morning means I'll have to be at Miracosta by 7:30 am. Yikes.

Thanks for the bibimbap input. I'm hoping to grill this weekend, but we'll see if it happens.

In the non-poetry mail: The Maverick Guide to Oman, The Arabic Alphabet: How to Read and Write it, and Read and Speak Arabic for Beginners.

I had languages on the brain last night: I dreamed I was speaking with my aunt Jody. Supposedly we were in Muscat--though it looked more like a movie version of Cairo, but we were both speaking Chinese with a southern drawl and arguing for the protection of illegal immigrants.