Wednesday, February 18, 2004

Luigi or Waluigi?

And then sometimes I wonder — what if I'm actually The Other Drew?

Tuesday, February 17, 2004

Windstorms Over Storke Plaza

Beauty shines more brightly when it is fleeting. What only exists for a few instances — a convergence of coincidences witnessed only by a lucky few — is truly more beautiful.

I realized this when the fruitless walnut trees near Storke Plaza began losing their petals in the wind. Those white flecks bobbing chaotically over our heads better captured what I call "beauty" then blossoms that could have lasted for months had the storm not blown in this afternoon.

Beauty that lasts forever, I suppose, must become ordinary.

Thursday, February 12, 2004

Yes, It Really Would Be So Bad

i woke up at 3:30 in the afternoon, which means i slept the clock around — nearly. merill bainbridge is the sound of unsleep.

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

The Present Contents of My Desk

  • a travel alarm clock
  • a bamboo lamp
  • the digital camera
  • the dried pomegranate
  • the left speaker
  • nail clippers
  • my wallet
  • a piece of paper with the number 1-800-742-5877 on it
  • a red sharpee
  • my monitor
  • a stack of blank CDs
  • a green sharpee
  • the right speaker
  • my car keys
  • a mug from the Free Lance

Wednesday, February 04, 2004

Botanical Sabbatical

The power of the tilde means the difference between a year and an asshole.

Last night: the evil women of "Les Diaboliques." Tonight: the evil women of "Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!" Right now: a belated photo essay.

Drew and Kami go to the botanical gardens.



Splashy.



Barky.



Leafy.



Spectrum-y.



Spidery.



Something-y.



And looking-me-right-in-the-eye-y.

Tuesday, February 03, 2004

Gastropod Orthodox

And the second installment of Mr. Pants (even though this one is noticably Mr. Pants-free).



The snail is so obviously Catholic!