Back in 2004 we were awaiting the birth of our first daughter. I was also beginning to teach myself how to write music around then. And I did a lot of sleeping.
Turns out this is a good opportunity to show off my favorite “day 1″ photo…
Those things may not seem related at first glance, though they will shortly. But only two of them actually are.
I vividly remember a dream I . . . → Read More: “This Child” isn’t who you think
This is one of a series of articles I wrote for The Coalition of Awesomeness blog some time ago. The blog has since gone to an unfortunate (but very awesome) grave so I thought I’d share it here. This particular entry has a special meaning for me, and may shed some light on one of the entries on the list in a recent post.
It wasn’t my birthday, or Christmas, or any of the typical . . . → Read More: The gift of music
I have two girls. They’re 6 (almost 7) and 8 years old now. They’re still at the ages when it’s cool to hang with Dad. I like that.
At the beginning of December, I decided I was going to start setting up “Daddy-Daughter Dates” – times I would spend with each one of them individually. The intent was a quick lunch out or a trip to a store or maybe bowling. It wasn’t supposed to . . . → Read More: Daddy-Daughter Dates, and Bonding
December 21st. For years that date had been discussed ad nauseum. The date the Mayan calendar ended. The end of the world. It became a joke. I thought it was pretty funny myself. I dropped a joke or two on Facebook about it.
My Dad would have thought that was hilarious. In fact, he’d probably have actually done it. But he couldn’t. In his case, the Mayans were right. Despite being in . . . → Read More: Life After the End of the World: My Dad, the Mayans, and Me
Tonight the girls and I were playing games like Simon Says, Follow the Leader, and Climb All Over Dad Until His Arms Fall Off. We had almost moved into Hide and Seek when I got an epiphany.
I got over it, but then I remembered that I had had an idea earlier in the week that was applicable to my current situation – and would allow me to avoid stuffing myself poorly and awkwardly into . . . → Read More: Weeping Angels game
Living in a house with 3 females has apparently done me in. I think I need to turn in my man card.
Either that, or I have to stop watching movies with any amount of sweetness in them. (Gah… even the fact that I used the word ‘sweetness’ is just more evidence. It’s really hopeless.)
I was sitting here listening to my Spotify soundtracks playlist radio while working, and the song “The Ellie Badge” from . . . → Read More: When did I become a girl?
Pixar has an amazing track record with its movies. The quality of animation is superb and their attention to story is a cut (or two) above most studios. Their worst “failures” are still better than most movies out there. I’d put Cars (both 1 and 2) at the bottom of their list, and I still had a good time watching them. At their best, they blow me away. Toy Story, The Incredibles, Monsters Inc. – . . . → Read More: Review: Brave
I came across a post tonight by a professor at the University of Georgia. He uses his response to a recent post on the NPR blog All Songs Considered as an opportunity to talk about the ethics of downloading music without paying for it. It’s a long, but good post. He makes a better argument, I think, than most posts on this topic, which normally come across as bitter and degrading if not threatening. This . . . → Read More: Changing morality to fit the technology
At a recent Rangers game, a couple was caught on film denying a game ball to a crying toddler, and they have been put through the social media ringer over it since then. Here’s the video…
I think the announcer was being a little harsh, myself. It didn’t look like they were “rubbing it in” – though they certainly were oblivious. In fact, they’ve copped to not noticing the crying kid in their excitement. . . . → Read More: “Stolen” baseballs
March was a weird month. I actually got outside and did exercise. That’s how weird it was.
Doesn’t sound weird to you? Talk to my doctor. (Actually, if you do talk to my doctor, you probably won’t find out anything. He’s pretty HIPAA compliant. So… just go with it.)
The weather, for those of you who just woke up from a coma, has been unusually warm. We actually got into the 80s a couple of . . . → Read More: March out