Luigi or Waluigi?

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Gastropod Orthodox

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

The snail is so obviously Catholic!