Wherein I try to teach life lessons

The girls and I listen to Mike and Mike almost every day as we drive into school. Despite the fact that the girls think that the two are amusing, it is also my desperate attempt to get them interested in sports. I keep telling them that “boys like girls who are interested in sports.” It [...]

Wherein I replace one abstruse metaphor with another

From BikeSnobNYC
If one were sitting on the toilet while perusing the artwork of Mike Giant only to find oneself out of toilet paper, one would not sit there shouting helplessly until a friend came to one’s aid with a roll of arcal and a 3wrencho; instead, one would simply do the logical thing and clean [...]

Wherein I see that art and life commingle

The commute to school takes us past Conseco Fieldhouse (east side on the way to, west side on the way back). An illuminated sign on the east side promotes upcoming events. At this time of year, it is primarily Pacers games that go up on the board, with the occasional concert or inspirational speaker.  An [...]

The personal is political

Since I had some time this morning before plunging into my day, I took the Girls voting with me. I explained to them the difference between a primary and a general election. I heard that Daughter #1 and her friends had been discussing politics. All of her friends would vote for John McCain, apparently because [...]

Kids are da kwayziest peoples

I forgot the most important part of the earthquake story this morning.
So, it’s about 7:00 am and Daughter #2 is up and about in the kitchen. The following conversation ensues:
Me: Hey, D#2 did you feel the earthquake last night?
D#2: [leaves the kitchen shrugging her left shoulder "whatever", then turns around and says] “Maybe the sun [...]

Shimmy-shake

I was going to say unwarrantedly nasty things about the people up in Kokomo who mistook the sonic boom of an F-16 fighter for a meteor shower. Last night, on the 102nd anniversary of the San Francisco earthquake, we felt a tremor here in the heartland. According to reports, it ws a 5.4 quake centered [...]

Talking of Michelangelo

Piggybacking on Jeanne’s and Lemming’s posts about National Pottery Poetry Month, I must add my favorite poem that I first heard in the last year or so. I heard Stephen Breyer say it on C-SPAN (In fact, I blogged about it before) and I was just enchanted. It is by the Canadian poet Tom Wayman, [...]