May 2009
28 posts
conditioner
He took off his clothes and stepped into the shower, his refuge from the children in the other room with their mother. A few wet minutes of peace and quiet. And yet whenever he was in the shower these days he thought he heard them even when he didn’t. The sound of their crying was mixed with the sound of the spray from the showerhead, their shouts hitting him like the drops on his shoulders and...
May Petroski
fireland:
May Petroski at the starboard plank, stretching hamstrings, smoking. She has to do a few things before a dive. The smoking’s one—right before she goes in she takes a big drag and holds it for the entire time she’s underwater. Something to do with keeping her lungs distracted. It’s seen as an affectation by her colleagues. Then there’s the thing where she finds a person nearby to...
WatchZach Galifianakis and Natalie Portman. I love these two people. And the dog is money too.
4-year old: But, but, dada, my friends at school told me they don't have to say the Cheeseburger Pledge of Allegiance every morning.
Me: I've told you before, son, it's "recite". We "recite" the Cheeseburger Pledge of Allegiance. And it's not my fault your friends' families don't believe in the breakfast of champions. Now put your hand over your stomach and start reciting.
One way to cope with parenthood is to imagine yourself as Indiana Jones, one step ahead of a giant rolling ball of kid vomit and poop, and always carry a bag of sand the same weight as a cocktail.
4-year-old: Why do you have that envelope, dada?
Me: I need to go mail a letter, Ry.
4: What letter are you going to mail?
M: I’m going to send a letter to my friend Nate.
4: Are you going to send him N or O?
M: What?
4: What letter are you going to send to him? N? O? Maybe B?
M: [getting it] What letter do you want me to send to him?
4: I want you to send him R. Thats my favorite...
angelablack:
An impression for the Star Wars...
jasonpermenter:
Huh. I seem pretty perturbed. Hope...
That Lost finale was so awesome there was an A-Team episode in the middle of it.
You are not your tumblarity
You are not your tumblarity. You are not your rankings. You are not your number of hearts, stars, or followers. You are not your clothes or shoes. You are not your job or bank account. You are not your search results. You are not your high score. You are your smile that makes your friends smile. You are your hug that makes your special someone feel safe. You are your lessons you teach...
All part of the plan
moltz:
fireland:
OK, cut the conversation. You like me, I like you. Let’s take this thing to the next level: Have me as a guest on your awesome podcast.
Or wait! Better yet, have me on as the guest host when Ben goes on one of his benders. Like when Moltz sat in for Erica?
Yeah, I think it’d be better if Ben was out of the picture completely. Just me and Erica shooting the breeze on Skype —...
Watch4 seconds of baxter pup. just because.
If you write about favrd but no one reads it, does it ZING in the forest?
heLLo. jessabelle2o7 wins myspace angle day.
the more you know
One of the most interesting phenomena parents experience is when their young children, immediately following an accident, look to their parents’ faces to make a determination on whether or not they should feel pain and cry, and, if so, how loudly. Parents: the appropriate response for such instances is to softly chuckle and then sip your gin & tonic approvingly. The child will jump up...
Here's the thing
Twitter to me is like a wonderful jam session. Everyone’s words are musical notes, and everyone is a musical instrument, and the stream keeps moving in melodious cacophony. Loud solos, syncopation. Call and response. Frequently two or three instruments will simultaneously play the same theme (often unaware of the synchronicity) - it happens all the time. As an observer, I’m pulled in...
