SHE LIVES!

It took me a week, but I was able to bring my little white friend back to life - with a piece of an old credit-card and a wadded-up boarding pass hidden in her case. Millie, as she's now called, is working better than she has in months. In other news, I have legally changed my name to MacGyver.

I have become so habituated to life with my iPod that the past week without it has been… lonely. Whatever: as if there were ever any question as to how screwed up I am.

No iPod and no Haley make Drew a dull boy.

Straight Outta Compton

. . .or San Fran, whatever. Even though it rained all weekend in Berkeley a good time was had by all. The one category I hate coaching most (due to my total lack of confidence that I know what I doing with it) is Duo. Well, somehow the boys won it. Hopefully this bodes well for their shot at Nationals. I have to say that these kids are simply a joy to be around – so full of giddy nonsense and capable of digesting huge quantities of extremely loud hip-pop. Addiction comes in many forms.

Rice'a'roni - "Rice So Nice, We Needed 2 Apostrophes"

I’m writing this from San Francisco, which is again securely at the top of my favorite cites list. This town so superbly eccentric that it feels more like a big amusement park than it does a thriving metropolis. Perhaps it has something to with how they appear to have built the city before the invention of the level. Or maybe it the sheer concentration of roller-bladers and spandex. Regardless, I love this city. The Berkeley tournament starts tomorrow and should be a good indication of how ready we are for the final stretch of the season. I’d like to be able to say that I feel confident… but I’d also like to be able say things in Japanese and the world’s just not that user friendly.

A question for ya that’s been in my noodle:

Generally, how many times does someone have to offer you something trivial
(coffee, pie, smack) before you will accept it?

Me = 3

Minnesota nice or lack of balls?

Dearly Beloved

No words...

I’ll miss you my iPod; my little friend who has left us for a better place. Cracker, as he was known by those closest to him, spent that last months of his life struggling for life. Yesterday, at approximately 8:35 p.m. his back-light finally became too dim to see.

But… hope springs eternal. We have the technology: we can rebuild him.

One More

...and The Show-Off Award goes to...

Damn! This is impressive. This was made by one of the Advanced Carpentry students at school. I think his names was Jesus something. Incidentally, and in all sincerity, is there another word for "show-off?"

Class Structure

Class was cancelled today. How do I know this you ask? I got a phone call – from my stalker. Fun. If she weren’t cute, I might be nervous. But, we all know that only ugly people are dangerous.

I realized something today that I should have long ago - I am officially ensconced in the lower class. Why I didn’t see this before, I don’t know, but there I am – living lower class. And the odds of moving up any time soon are… lets just say that Colin Goodson wouldn’t take that bet. Nonetheless, there is a special form of tranquility achieved in the state of “poor.” And by poor, I mean po. Money has never been something that had a great deal of significance to me, but having a quantifiably negligible amount of it gives one the liberty to care about other, more important things. Like socks… and….

Screw it: I hate being poo

***UPDATE***
Charlie made an interesting point - I don't mean to say that I do not appreciate that I come from a life of privilege, or that I have a certain safety-web available if things were to go really bad. I only present this as an acknowledgement that I am, by most socio-economic variables, panoptically lower class.

Oh well – I’m grateful that I am not homeless and at least I have my health.

- cough -

Crap.

iTunes + cellphones...

My fascination with technology is becoming more of a chore, instead of it’s former 'life defining pilgrimage to Geek mecca' (see Geeka). Perhaps its time to be proactive…

As of today, this I decree: I will only resume getting excited by gadgets when the day comes that I am able to sync my iPod to my butt.

Is it the Onion, or real news?

Its getting harder and harder to tell these days.

"RIYADH, Saudi Arabia (AP) -- The Saudi woman, swathed in black with only her eyes showing, circled a huge, red teddy bear, wondering if the plastic flowers stuck in the crook of its arm were too tacky."

House 'o' Balls

If you haven't been there yet - get in your auto and drive there now.

*in the beginning

Everyone hop on the Blog Train! Woo woo.

My hope is that this thing will spur me to write more, even if it’s in journal form. For as long as I can remember, I’ve dismissed journal or diary writing as trivial and unnecessary – but I’m starting to feel a burning sensation in my nether regions to talk about... ‘stuff.’ The little voice inside me (you know the one, with the nondescript eastern European accent) is telling me to start talking to myself. So here we go. Lets see how long I keep it up.