Things To Express: Point Form:

• Dorms in Germany and Korea and Malaysia and all sorts of places are gearing up for a new school year right about now.
• I miss dorm life right now. A lot.
• Listening to Shawn Mullins a lot lately.
• Which makes me miss Peter Hochsteadtler a lot lately.
• And Chris Faroe.
• It's been much cooler here lately, and I'm GUNNING for Fall.
• Sufjan Stevens: Illinois
• Muse: Black Holes and Revelations
• Nickel Creek: Why Should the Fire Die?
• The Be Good Tanyas: Chinatown
• Counting Crows: August and Everything After
• Indigo Girls: Become You
• Eats, Shoots & Leaves, by Lynn Truss
• Arrested Development, Season 1 (on DVD)
• I Heart Huckabees
• Garden State (I could never watch this too many times)
• Contemplating some photographic artistic venture; pending.
• I'm learning the art of semi-colons; and colons: they're underrated.
• Highlights of my job: teaching kids how to make pancakes, teaching kids how to care for "homemade" piercings, spontaneous outings with kids, co-workers who make me laugh, grocery shopping and menu planning, Inside jokes with kids.
• Lowlights of my job: covering emergency overnight shifts, filing police reports, calling police, kids who won't go to bed, how all the fans in the house are broken (or will be), that hot hot kitchen, housework, paperwork.
• The fog is lifting; the sun is shining; my mood is brightening....

I'm done! Love to all....~Drew

Sleep Pose: "Bird In Hand"

There's definitely something "in hand" but
I highly doubt it's a bird. Who's on the
left? Heath or Jake? I can't tell.

I recently took an online test to determine my style of sleep. Apparently this test only works if you're sleeping WITH someone. However, it was somehow able to determine that my style of sleep is Tetherball. In this highly disturbing revelation, I realized that one person acts as the pole, while the other acts as the ball. In the testmaker's words, the Tetherball "is
the pose of perfect compromise, the oasis of a full-contact sleeper
coupled with a solitary sleeper. The pose allows the Pole (the solitary
one) a free range of movement, while the tight self-embrace of the
Ball (the full-contact one) supplies the necessary crowded
closeness. Both sides win!"

Both sides win? I don't think so. Who is that on the right? Debra Lafave? Michael Jackson? Am I the only one disturbed by this picture? Unless some woman married a dwarf, or some regular-sized man married an amazonian, this picture is wrong on so many levels.

I also got to thinking that her nightgown looks very odd. It looked kind of Wonderwoman-ish. So, then, while already slightly disturbed, I went googling to see if my suspicions on the outfit were correct, and found the model upon whom this picture was drawn.

ANYway. Needless to say, I'm much more disturbed. There are some things that even a grown man shouldn't have to see. I suddenly feel like the little boy whose rear end is being unceremoniously fondled for the sleep website photo, by faux-Wonderwoman-come-Wiccan-Warrior.

I'm out!

I fell asleep on my parents' sofa (long story), which was quite a feat. It's one of those sofas that sucks you in, like the overwhelming hug from an enormously fat relative. But I digress....

I fell asleep, and then was awoken by a well-meaning text message. And now I'm back awake, unable to sleep. In previous years--especially those poetically prolific college years--I would use such a situation to compose something to commemorate the occasion; to set it in stone, as it were; to, as "they" say, take lemons and make lemonade (badly paraphrased, but work with me here). My thoughts and intentions drift toward MSN, to Xanga, to my photo site: basically to anything that might be characterized as a thorough waste of time. And yet, I'm enjoying this. I have to believe that Shakespeare, on every sleepless night, didn't compose something brilliant and winning. I imagine Chaucer's "'Tee Hee!' quod she" was composed in the dead of night, when bum-kiss trickery seemed the perfect coup d'etat to his floundering, The Miller's Tale.

Perhaps I will try to sleep again. If not, dear friends, I will not bore you with more nighttime ponderings. Next stop: the refrigerator.