I've fallen far this weekend. Further than I ever thought possible in a single days time.
I got a Mac.
And an iPod.
I had a pit in my stomach yesterday that was bigger than the time I realized I'd left my fly open in front of my students. It was bad. It happened right as I began downloading music from my hosts computer over the wirless network, and I suddenly realized that I could very easily go without ever burning the music to a disk. That my love for the sounds therein might never take a physical form I could hold close to my chest and covet.
So here I am, typing my newest update from my Mac, on a wireless network, and listening to tunes from my newly stolen collection on my iPod.
And I am a sellout.
In other news, I have been back in North Carolina for about a week now. I'm currently staying with two incredibly awesome guys, Brad and Brock (Mr. Jacobson and Mr. Grubb), whose tastes in music, beer, and 'chill' are impeccable.
I have no place to live yet. My perspective housemate, Wren, is awaiting the final word that she'll be teaching in this county. If she doesn't, I will be seeking other lodgings on my own. If her position here does work out, we have picked out a most excellent country home outside of town. It's a two story home built in 1920, and newly renovated for rental by the owner who lives on the same property and runs a nursery.
Also, it seems I'll be coaching boys soccer this year. From what I understand through Brad (who incedentaly coaches at a rival school), my team has quite a legacy of domination to uphold. No pressure.
Hopefully, this entry marks a return to a bit of frequency to my journalling. No garauntees.