Jun 3 2011
May 26 2011
May 7 2011
I joked the other day about my son telling me he wants to be an airport baggage handler.
But the dude is committed. He asked me to youtube ‘airport baggage handlers.’ We played some of the videos. (Which, obviously, only show fails. One of the Bud Light Real Men of Genius is an airport baggage handler. Depressing.)
I came into his room last night and he’d made an airport baggage cart out of legos and was using blocks as luggage. He was loading bags.
I’m conflicted.
May 3 2011
Holy cow - Amazon has an incredible sale going on right now: classic jazz albums for $5 a piece. A page like this can be overwhelming, so let me recommend just one of these wonders: Herbie Hancock’s Fat Albert Rotunda, a wonderfully fun little bit of funk. Easily one of my favorite albums ever.
Seconded.
Apr 30 2011
I’m at the gym. There’s a guy running at the treadmill on the left, maybe he doesn’t visit the gym often, he’s breathing hard. He has on a pair of headphones and has worked up a thick sheet of sweat.
The gym is crowded, people exercising in calm, orderly fashion, quiet but for the fans and the noise of the equipment. But suddenly the guy on the treadmill starts waving his hands wildly in the air, and the gym turns to look at him, to see that he’s actually air-drumming. He’s oblivious, eyes closed, his head bouncing to the music in his headphones. He is a visual cacophony, limbs flailing, rocking the beat on several invisible air drums hovering above his treadmill. Maybe it’s Van Halen. Maybe Zeppelin. Whatever it is, he’s into it.
The people in the gym go back to their exercising, some smirking at each other about the display. The drumming subsides and the guy opens up his eyes and he runs normally for a few more minutes. After he finishes and leaves, another guy does an imitation of him, people laugh.
Maybe he drives home, smiling at clouds. Maybe he blogs about it.
“ Have you an umbrella in your house?”
“I think so.”
“I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say ‘Tut-tut, it looks like rain.’ I think, if you did that, it would help the deception which we are practising on these bees. Winnie-the-Pooh
“I think so.”
“I wish you would bring it out here, and walk up and down with it, and look up at me every now and then, and say ‘Tut-tut, it looks like rain.’ I think, if you did that, it would help the deception which we are practising on these bees. Winnie-the-Pooh
Apr 27 2011
Apr 23 2011
Aspiration
- R: Dad, I know what job I want to do when I get old.
- Me: Really?
- R: Yeah. I want to be the man who takes the bags from the cart and puts them on the airplane.
- M: Uh...
- R: But I need to go to college to learn how to do that.
- M: ...
- R [gazing out the window]: I wonder if I will be strong enough.
Apr 20 2011
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