When I first cut my hair, everyone was shocked because it was such a drastic change, but I do this regularly. Eventually everyone warmed up to it and realized that you could rub on my head for good luck.

This is also in the Peloponnese (yes, I’ve spelled it differently than the first time; I always forget the correct spelling and figure I’m better off covering all of my bases than being consistently wrong!). This is Alicia I’m attacking as she attempts to seek tranqulity amidst a field of spring flowers. Silly maiden!

Here I am with our resident sex-bomb, Danielle Knerr, enjoying the ocean view at the Temple of Poseidon.

This is near Pylos in the... uh, that place in the southern peninsula named after Pelops... the place I can’t spell. Anyway, we were picnicking on a little jetty off of a harbour fortress when I spotted this jellyfish swimming around. After being reassured by Sally, our tour coordinator, that they were in fact stingerless and, no, she didn’t simply want to watch me writhe in pain, I went ahead and picked it up. To my amazement, she wasn’t lying to me and it was really stingerless! Then of course she insisted I put it back quickly before the little dear got sunburnt.

This is Agia Triada, Church of the Holy Trinity (there are a number of "Agia Triada" churches in Greece). This particular one is outside of Xania, Greece. I was just so blown away by the colors in this photo!

Meteora is an island in the sky, a monastery built on sheer precipices of intrusive magmic rock still standing long after the softer bedrock has worn away. For these monks, Christ’s directive to go into the desert meant going into the most remote place they could know, the sky -- a vast emptiness. Again, this site just blew me away... I took rolls and rolls of shots of Meteora.

This is a staged shot from the production of Seneca’s Trojan Woman that we staged in the courtyard of the Athens Center for Hellenic Cultures. I played Pyrrhus; here I am getting ready to slaughter one of Hecuba’s daughters at the command of Calchas, the high priest. So much drama!

The play was a translation by Cornell University Professor Dr. Frederick Ahl, who also directed the production and taught us all about Greek and Roman tragedy. A brilliant man!

And here is Pyrrhus once more capturing his booty of war, Hector’s wife Andromache. As you can see, she is more than willing to be carried off by such a stud as myself, I mean, uh... Pyrrhus.

In October of 1997 we had a reunion at the home of Dr. Christopher Johnstone, our Penn State faculty supervisor. There was great food, great friends, great atmosphere, and... Great Greek Gods!... it’s Phrasykleia and the Peplos Korai come to life! No, it’s really just Raina Weaver and Christine Baker in disguise. Whew! For a moment there I was afraid I’d have to write another friggin’ term paper on classic sculpture for Dr. Steve Diamont.

And how could I tell you about my trip without mentioning my way-cool roommate, Brian Weidner, who survived the entire semester without once trying to smother me in my sleep! He’s back in Reading, Pennsylvania, now... so if you’re from Reading and you know this dude... TELL HIM TO WRITE ME!! I MISS HIM!!! We had a blast!