Category Archives: Musings

Kids Reenact Sabotage to Honor the Memory of the Late MCA

I remember when I first heard the Beastie Boys. It was 1984, and I quickly memorized “No Sleep Till Brooklyn”, my then-favorite track on the album. These guys were hilarious, I thought. They mixed metal, which I was into (Led

Kids Reenact Sabotage to Honor the Memory of the Late MCA

I remember when I first heard the Beastie Boys. It was 1984, and I quickly memorized “No Sleep Till Brooklyn”, my then-favorite track on the album. These guys were hilarious, I thought. They mixed metal, which I was into (Led

Bed time reading

Every night, the routine is this: (some nights) bath, a little playing on bed, lotion, pjs, read a book or two, say good night to everything in the bedroom, and then off to bed. And the Boy appears to have

Bed time reading

Every night, the routine is this: (some nights) bath, a little playing on bed, lotion, pjs, read a book or two, say good night to everything in the bedroom, and then off to bed. And the Boy appears to have

A Film For Kids That Kids Can’t See, Ctd – The Dish | By Andrew Sullivan – The Daily Beast

Every so often, while glancing at The Boy, I get visions of him at a slightly older age, being treated meanly by other kids. Maybe he’s about 3 or 4 and toddling over to try to join in a game,

A Film For Kids That Kids Can’t See, Ctd – The Dish | By Andrew Sullivan – The Daily Beast

Every so often, while glancing at The Boy, I get visions of him at a slightly older age, being treated meanly by other kids. Maybe he’s about 3 or 4 and toddling over to try to join in a game,

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Cutting the Cord?

This recent article from Deadspin took me right back to the delivery room. In a good way, for a moment, then in a terrible way, then a rather chagrined way, and then I shuddered and came back to the present.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/gabork/

Cutting the Cord?

This recent article from Deadspin took me right back to the delivery room. In a good way, for a moment, then in a terrible way, then a rather chagrined way, and then I shuddered and came back to the present.

You are the bread and the knife

Seems to me that this could be a poem from a father to his child. But in any case, the poignancy of this kid reciting it is marvelous.

You are the bread and the knife

Seems to me that this could be a poem from a father to his child. But in any case, the poignancy of this kid reciting it is marvelous.

The Dadist Manifesto Manifesto

Our philosophy for creating this blog.

The Dadist Manifesto Manifesto

Our philosophy for creating this blog.