I have been avoiding the "new" format at Blogger for some time. Now it has, of its own accord, forced itself upon me and I have to figure out how to get to my dashboard, now that there is no longer an option by that name. I have been told in the past how to find unmoderated comments, but I'd be much obliged if someone could tell me again how I might find them. Though I all too seldom write an entry for this blog these days, I wrote one for my friend and former Philadelphia neighbor's blog, Hot Flashes, about Balance and my practice of yoga. You can visit it at . As I said, I plugged the book, but I also mused about how unlikely it might seem to people who knew me back then, when I was an awkward, skinny kid in Philadelphia, to find that I had turned into a regular practitioner of yoga. Though I was constantly racing around on roller skates (the old kind, with the key that looked like a pop top for a can of peas) or on my bike or chasing the dog, I was always the last one chosen for any team sport, who never paid attention to the action and inevitably flubbed the play. I'm sure no one would be surprised that I became a poet and writer, but a yoga practitioner might (yuk yuk) seem a stretch... .