Ben built an “Octonauts Playset from McDonalds” tonight out of card stock and Scotch tape. It’s a fairly sizeable cube-shaped object with a door cut into it (for easy insertion of seafaring animal explorers, no doubt.) It’s the logical sequel, I suppose, to his work from earlier today: “How To Make Tree House”, [sic] a […]
…to go nearly two years without a post? Should I not have done that? Huh.
Using the force apparently causes one to purse his or her lips in a rather pronounced fashion.
It’s vacation 2013! Spouse and I have been off since the beginning of July. Up ’til now, we’ve been stay-cating; we’ve been doing some (but only some) of the (many) chores that need doing around the Juniorvanian estate. That’s been mostly successful – financing arrangements had to be made as the end of a car […]
Change: the incremental grows fundamental And all around is new I looked away for just a minute Now looking back at you I could have sworn you were so much smaller Now squeaks and sleeps are memories Setting like the son on the horizon of my mind.
Wow. The more I read of his stuff, the more upset I become that David Foster Wallace is no longer around to think about things and then tell us his thoughts. TV-watching as a malignant cycle doesn’t even require special preconditions like writerly self-consciousness or loneliness. Let’s for a second imagine Joe Briefcase as now […]
A little bird tells me some folks might be coming this way via Grantland tomorrow. Don’t mind the cobwebs hereabouts, things have been a little slow since (I assume) aliens arrived in the night and used mind control and likely some sort of anal probe to steal all of my free time, come to think […]
Am trying to make myself spend some more time on things that aren’t work; you know, things that I enjoy and things that make life worth living. One of those things is writing on this blog. I do like it, it makes me feel good. Another one of those things is playing music. I hope […]
Yes, so it’s been a while. [Insert excuses here]. At the moment, I am sitting on the porch in the late Sunday afternoon sun. It is a gorgeous day in May, and there’s a soft wind blowing, just enough to rustle the trees. I can hear the birds chirping and…way off on the distance, Spouse […]