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  • What were they drinking?

    After Virginia Tech, when I said I needed to teach H.o.p. how to duck and run, I certainly didn’t have anything like this in mind. Via Raw Story… Faculty fakes gunman attack on crying 6th graders RAW STORY Published: Monday May 14, 2007 A teacher and assistant principal at a Tennessee elementary school staged a…

  • My Bucket of Dust and Shame

    Here it is, me and my bucket of dust and shame (see previous post on No Impact Man not responding to my suggestion he pay his personal assistant and compensate them for their electrical and DSL investment in his project) and poor humiliated H.o.p. attempting to solace and rescue me from my pitiful estate. P.S.…

  • Insanely crowded day at the zoo

    World of Reptiles Light box enlargement Atlanta Zoo, Tiger Exhibit, April 2007 I don’t know who these people were in front of me but I love the expression on the woman to the far right. I wasn’t aware of her but she was aware of me and the camera and granted a bemused grin. Glad…

  • The Elation of the Rescuer

    I’ve written about the movie The Red Tent previously. Had been a number of years since we’d watched it so pulled it in from Netflix. Marty at first was saying that he couldn’t watch it again, that it was too much. Because he didn’t want to see it and I thought it would be too…

  • Yoga

    I’m trying yoga. At home. With DVDs. The kind where you go, “Wait, no, wait, I like this pose, I can do it, let me really feel it before you race on to something else!” I’ve only been doing it a week (well, I did it for a week a month ago then stopped). Whenever…

  • In an uncertain world, it's desired your mother should have a crystal ball

    “Redwall” is a children’s book about mice and other animals at war with rats. Marty spent quite a while this past winter reading “Redwall” to H.o.p. at night. This past weekend H.o.p. got the “Redwall” TV series (first part) from Netflix. This is the state of conversation around here. Marty: They got it all wrong!…

  • That sound you hear is millions and millions of cribs rolling over pearl-encrusted streets toward heaven

    Well, aren’t we all going to rest easier about all those little babies, stretching back to the dawn of humankind, which died before benefit of sprinkled baptism? Rome has decided that they all aren’t gurgling in Limbo cribs, eyes attempting to focus on the restrained delights of a distant heaven dangling from a mobile just…

  • Polyester. Yuck.

    My son is seriously expressing his sense of style. Not that he cares about style. He cares about comfort and blue. If it looks comfortable and it’s blue, that’s what he wants. Sick this past week, I didn’t go on the shopping expedition to Old Navy for Spring and Summer clothes, which H.o.p. badly needed…

  • There's Jazz On The Other Side of the Great Divide

    If I don’t write this kind of thing here, I’ll never remember it. I don’t believe H.o.p. will mind, when he’s older. * * * * * H.o.p.: Mom, I’ve gotten over my deathitis! I now think of it as crossing to the other side of the road. Me: That’s what many people call it.…

  • Fun with the Musée de l’Elysée

    The Musée de l’Elysée, Lausaznne, is running an exhibit titled, “We Are All Photographers Now!” on “The rapid mutation of amateur photography in the digital age”. They’re displaying photographs submitted by individuals from around the world. If you have a web connection you can contribute. By simply uploading your photograph, it will become a part…

  • Hey, sucka…

    We made the “Easy to Make” Dover Book castle today, designed by A. G. Smith. See, that face below? H.o.p’s not waving “Hi” to you. He’s waving, “Hey, sucka!!!” to me. Why, “Hey, sucka!” C’mon, take a guess. Any cut-out-and-build castle that bills itself as too easy is going to leave a nine-year-old wailing in…

  • In which I wander on about vinyl tablecloths (unless you want to read how you can get mythologial and wily with them, you can pass this by)

    This is what I’ve come to think of as The Lab. Our home in general, not just the supposed dining table. Because it’s really just a platform for H.o.p.’s experiments. The table is sparely set at the moment. It’s what we call Clean, not being filled to the brim with clay and Legos. There are…