It dawned on me today that the Olympics tend to coincide with some of the more memorable life adjustments I've had. Back in '92 the family moved to Yakima from California and I was on the brink of my third academic year as a student. It's odd because my memory of that year is spotty except a clear recollection of the Dan O'Brien and Dave Johnson triathlon rivalry that was about to take place in Barcelona, Spain. The only distinct impression I got from their unimportant, competitive airtime was that they both enjoyed having Reebok as their corporate sponsor:
In '96, (which still remains my favorite year for the Olympics. What's up, Kerri Strug!) I was making the leap up to the middle school and had my first girlfriend. '04 was the transfer to Western Washington University. You get the idea. All of the Olympic coverage today got me in a nostalgic trance, largely due to this man who keeps popping up on my television set every four years.
Today we started out a little somber and quiet. It's been a demanding weekend for the Drori men. By the time I wrapped on some bedding purchases, moods lightened up some. We made our way to Best Buy to look at some tech. My sights are set on a TV right now. A little present to myself, sure, but realistically can't afford it. I consulted Abiel for some electronic advice and came back to finding Jason and Dad jamming on Guitar Hero, the Aerosmith edition. Man was that an amazing sight to see. I wish I could provide a picture. Dad really, really loves Dream On so much that he wanted to replay it again to hear the song. Well Dad, in your honor, here is your cut. Feel free to replay it as many times as you'd like:
Grabbed a corned beef sammie at a pretty medicore irish pub called PJ's downtown shortly afterwards. I had a sneaking suspicion my apartment was not yet complete and so we swung by to do a check. No one was there. Little improvements had been made. Whatevs. It's going to work out. I have to start thinking positive or else I'm going to completely psyche myself out here. All of the structural work now will seem so insignificant in a matter of time. Otherwise, today was a little more managable all the way through the evening. We ordered in pizza from Dorian's and caught up on more Olympic games coverage. Nom, nom, nom. Medals, medals, medals...
Jason leaves back to Boston tomorrow and so begins a new week and period of acclamation. After Dad leaves Tuesday, I will begin orientation for the assistantship. Hold on to your butts. We've got work to do.
Today we started out a little somber and quiet. It's been a demanding weekend for the Drori men. By the time I wrapped on some bedding purchases, moods lightened up some. We made our way to Best Buy to look at some tech. My sights are set on a TV right now. A little present to myself, sure, but realistically can't afford it. I consulted Abiel for some electronic advice and came back to finding Jason and Dad jamming on Guitar Hero, the Aerosmith edition. Man was that an amazing sight to see. I wish I could provide a picture. Dad really, really loves Dream On so much that he wanted to replay it again to hear the song. Well Dad, in your honor, here is your cut. Feel free to replay it as many times as you'd like:
Grabbed a corned beef sammie at a pretty medicore irish pub called PJ's downtown shortly afterwards. I had a sneaking suspicion my apartment was not yet complete and so we swung by to do a check. No one was there. Little improvements had been made. Whatevs. It's going to work out. I have to start thinking positive or else I'm going to completely psyche myself out here. All of the structural work now will seem so insignificant in a matter of time. Otherwise, today was a little more managable all the way through the evening. We ordered in pizza from Dorian's and caught up on more Olympic games coverage. Nom, nom, nom. Medals, medals, medals...
Jason leaves back to Boston tomorrow and so begins a new week and period of acclamation. After Dad leaves Tuesday, I will begin orientation for the assistantship. Hold on to your butts. We've got work to do.
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David, your link to the gym coach had me LOL'ing all over the place.
Nick and I are watching rowing right now. Yesterday morning I was talking to Henry on the phone while he was watching rowing, and he was completely baffled as to why these people were in a boat and not fishing.
anyway, thanks for the update, man.
man, commercials used to suck.
'CUUUUSSSEEE!!!!
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