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Josh Drespling: Cold hard cash always trumps socks and toothbrushes as a gift
I have a learned a lesson over the past year or so that I have been writing these blogs for the News. It's a lesson one would think to be blatantly obvious, but I guess it is something I have overlooked. It turns out, people actually read what I write. Very rarely do I make it through more than a few days without somebody approaching me and opening the conversation with comments about one of my blogs.
Josh Drespling: The solitude and peace of Christmas morning is a true gift
A hush rolls across the land as we are greeted with the first glimmer of morning light. All is calm as an eerie silence encompasses the entire earth. The frigid morning chill and a handful of dancing snowflakes welcomes the mystical morning of Dec. 25.
Josh Drespling: I bought the book for only a buck, but the content from an old friend is priceless
I have found a new and exciting online resource for books. And I have spent way too much time and money with this site in the last few weeks. The website is called Abe Books, and it has a multitude of new and used books at bottom-dollar prices. I just stocked up on tons of books, most of which I got for a single dollar, plus a couple of dollars for shipping.
Josh Drespling: Facebook proves it really is a small world after all
As time passes, I’m amazed at how small this world of ours seems. The far-reaching grasp of our technology can bring distant lands to our doorstep. The bitter cold of Siberian Russia or the struggles in the Middle East are only a few clicks away.
Josh Drespling: Powerball fever has me feeling a little sick
This is my last blog for The News. You may ask why. Please allow me to explain. No, it was not some internal conflict, time restraints, or lack of desire. It is simply that I bought a Powerball ticket and fully intend on winning.
Josh Drespling: Trippin' on my rock star ego
I pace quietly behind a hulking stack of speakers. Back and forth, back and forth, burning off the nervous energy. I jump up and down, shaking out the last of the kinks. The house lights have dimmed, and the intro music is blaring from the sound system.
Josh Drespling: To all career climbers, focus on your family — while you can
Imagine, for an instant, that your tomorrow never comes. You were somehow removed from existence. It could be a horrific accident or an unknown health problem but, nonetheless, you drew your final breath as a mere mortal man. Now what?
Josh Drespling: Gluttony is my friend
Mmmm. It's amazing what a great breakfast an “extreme” size Slim Jim with a Full Throttle energy drink to wash it down makes. It’s amazing if you’re in the market for some heartburn and a sugar crash in about 45 minutes.
Josh Drespling: What has happened to television?
As I remember, television was a mindless indulgence that removed you from the stress and responsibility of everyday life. It was an island of solace amid a life of hectic activity. It transported you from any and all problems.
Josh Drespling: By the time I win my daily battle with alarm clock, it’s too late — and so am I
My alarm clock and I have a special relationship. I hate it, and it knows it. There is a bit of dependence, but still I loathe its very existence. I smack it around and neglect it on a regular basis. If it were a woman or child I would be immediately charged with battery.
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