Merry Christmas from Dewey and Eddie Murray!

I hope y'all are all having a lovely holiday!

By now I've spoken with my brothers and parents and also Santa Claus, who dropped off some dope presents at my apartment: like Eddie Murray, courtesy of my bro and painted by Derek Erdman. The painting is on wood. It's pretty cool. I have no idea how I am going to hang it up, though. I gave away my drill last month. Plus I'm not particularly handy when it comes to tools and screws drills and whatever else it is that guys are supposed to have mastered by my age. Why do you think I gave away my drill? Because I'm a nice guy?



Mom gets points for this authentic Villanova hoops jersey.



I know what you're thinking: Regular guys should absolutely never under any circumstances wear sleeveless basketball jerseys. "How are you going to fit your massive guns into such a small jersey, Dewey?"

I don't know. I guess I'll have to stop lifting so many weights.

Despite having dropped a hint to Mom that said jersey would make quality March Madness wear, I will probably almost never wear this thing, but I'll sleep better knowing that it's in my closet, and when Villanova plays in the NCAA tournament, you'll find me and #33 at Greens on Polk Street.

My friend Rachel sent me this photo from Tahoe today...



...and it reminded me of a Chronicle photo I saw this morning, part of an article on San Francisco's weather history: sounds boring but there's some interesting stuff there, unless you're not from the Bay or living here, in which case it's probably, well, boring.


Snow in the city: Feb. 5, 1976

Not sure what I'll do now. I imagine the city will be mostly dead tonight. Maybe I'll read, write, take a nap, drink a Holiday beer, call some more friends and family, blah blah blah...

Enjoy the holidays, tell someone you love them, and please don't drink and drive.