Thursday, January 19, 2006


Tonight I spent some time with a kindred spirit. A brother in the Drakes. John Vakidis and I have never met in person and I didn’t even know the kid existed until last week when he left a message asking if it would be possible to connect while he was in California. We met up in Newport Beach where he was staying with his girlfriend at her mom’s townhouse. Us three went to Balboa Island, then walked around the otherwise dead Newport Beach peninsula. We landed up at a restaurant for appetizers and one beer, me being the consumer. Turns out John isn’t quite yet 21. We talked about parties and pledgeship and binge drinking and drug use and the various fraternity celebrities that seem to cross time and space. We discussed the state of Greek life at Austin College and how much things have changed and how the same old Student Life staff are employing the same old tactics. Our conversation took me to a place that breathes discreet somewhere in my mind. An exciting little place that is stimulated when I hear words like party house, mug fest, or noise violation. Getting to know this young man, this new duplication of a Drake, was a bit awkward; like meeting a distant little cousin from Michigan at the family reunion or something. What it did remind me is that the bonds do not end and the legacy lives on. The fire still burns, the pulse still beats, and somewhere, a guy is passed out on the toilet wearing a green shirt with five gold letters on the front.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Bereavement in the 21st Century

Usufruct of the living
Pickwickan ken
Odious Kowtow
Is rage in grief

Saturday, October 15, 2005

"Life is a Cold, Cold Beer"

Friday, October 07, 2005

fall back.

This is a perfect time to come to California.

Indian Summer,
"unseasonably warm"
ringed in fire and
blown by scorching Santa Ana winds,
where the smoke rises from
mouths as well as woodlands;
where the water is as cold as the
vodka and the women blow
hot in the breeze.

yes, it's the perfect time.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Moving to a New House

Moving to a new house
Big big change without a spouse

Shouldn’t come as earth shattering news
Given I’ve had enough time to muse

Pick the colours choose the scheme
Brick layers always charge per diem

Electrical outlets, phone connections
Mind boggling selections

A new home; a new start
No one better than me to play the part

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

The Package was posted and stamped
Alas it was never picked up

My illusions were permanently damped
I definitely felt like draining the cup

Even though I paid the fare
And I certainly knew it was a toss

I have to asume she just doesnt care
There are some lines you just shouldnt cross!

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Towering Satelite Towers

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