2.06.2010

Drinkin', Writin', She's Just a... Wait a Second... and, Out

 
Walker Percy explains why writers drink copious amounts of booze. Turns out it is because they are planets temporarily bombarding the sun. They get bored by this and try to bully other, less well known stars, but this too turns out to be boring. Thus, they turn to cheap gin and expensive women.


And. That. Is. All.

2.03.2010

Couple of Things

I recently joined Twitter, and guess what? Twitter is lame. It's like blogs but without substance or context. Facebook is better, though not much. It's like blogs without substance or context but with videos, links, and photos. So it's lameness with awesomeness at the same time. And it's voyeuristic. And I get incredibly intimidated every time the Facebook thingy wants me to update my status or whatever. Even more intimidating? Twitter. Because I feel the pressure of coming up with instant wit, and instead come up with instant banality, and then get cold feet and cancel. All highlighting my inner insecurities, none of which, somehow, do I feel when blogging. STRANGE!!! Anyhow. Twitter is lame.

A. is working like a MAD DOG on her new show. New stuff on her website: CHECK IT OUT! She's also going to be in the Modern Art show at the Modern Hotel, Boise's only legitimately cool bar/other stuff place, in May. YAY! I am now A.'s publicist. I will tweet for her.

E. is now officially potty trained. She took to it like a rabid dog takes to horse piss, whatever that means. That E. is a champ. One barely has to parent her, except to tell her not to be so demanding. E. calls A. "Demanda," which is, how do you say, hilarious. She calls me Daddo. It's like "kiddo," but with dad instead of kid. She also recently plowed her way through The Divine Comedy and is working on a commentary on the Gospel of John. What a KID!

School is good. We're doing research essays and Transcendentalism (again!). Three years in, I'm finally starting to get the hang of this teacher business.

Applying to grad school for next fall. Perhaps I will be a Bronco. I will have to get them to change their school colors. Bright blue and bright orange: My two least favorite colors. I will get them to change the colors to gray and olive green. And the mascot will be the Coltranes. Or the Banana Slugs. Poets? Something wussy and olive green.

And that, as they say, is all.

1.11.2010

Ah, But There Must Be a Difference

2009 kinda sucked.
So far, 2010 is better.
So far.

Esly is training for the toilet Olympics. Meaning she now wears underwear and swears to me she has indeed washed her hands. And she gets mad about wearing a diaper to bed. I would too. What a champion.

Christmas vacation was nice, but we missed seeing people. We went to a very nice Christmas Eve service. I made some delightful Swedish meatballs. We drank some delightful glogg. We slept.

A. turned 32. Twas momentous. Happy birthday, baby cakes!

A. and I turned six. Twas also momentous. Happy wedding cake day, baby cakes!

We started school again. Tis the opposite of momentous.

Speaking of Tis, did you know Frank McCourt died? He did. Tis sad. I heard a great podcast starring his voice once. I liked it quite a bit. I will pour some out for Frank.

Lastly, the kiddo taking a tiny kiddo picture:














That is all.

12.20.2009

Fishing Trip


Did some fly fishing yesterday. I had never fly fished before. It was harder than expected, but I sorta got the hang of it by the end of the day. We went to Oregon, just outside of Lake Owyhee. It was, how do you say, cold.



Very, very cold. Like the fire wouldn't stay lit cold. I kept thinking of "To Build a Fire" and hoping I wouldn't die. No matter. We were tough. We had waders.



Waders.



We drove around after the fire died, looking for another spot. Those are my friend Nick's socks, in case you were wondering.



We drove in style. We don't mess around in the ID. We drink craft beers and roll off road in fine German automobiles.  It's because we're a red state.



We also eat fancy cheese while fishing. It's a very fancy place, this Idaho.



Cold, muddy, and beautiful. You can see the tip of the fly rod sticking out there. It was very long and unwieldy. Very cool though.



Yeah. Cold.



Then, SOMEBODY switched to bait and caught a 12" rainbow trout on the third cast. (Also note the marmot tracks in the snow. Ah, marmots. So elusive.) And that SOMEBODY was...



Me! I never catch anything. Maybe I should only go fishing in December. Good times.

That is all.

12.08.2009

First Snow

So very cold today. Like 5 degrees cold.


That is all.

11.28.2009

Overheard in My Kitchen

Esly the Two-Year-Old, completely unsolicited and out of the blue, says, "I don't like Muenster. I only like Parmesan. Can I have some Parmesan?"

What does one say to that?

"Yes. Say please though."

11.23.2009

Philly!


I just got back from a conference in the Philadelphia. Highlights:

Got on a plane...




















Waited in Chicago...

Did the conference thing...


Took a break for coffee...
Walked around the market...
Talked to Regis the Cat...
Saw these dudes...
Went to a bookstore...






















Woke up to a beautiful morning...

Went for a nice walk...
Walk...
Walk...
Walk...
Walk...
Toured the Yards Brewery...
Brewery...
Brewery...

Had to say goodbye...

















I was mostly at the conference. Wonderful time. Great people, great food, great ideas, and great people.

That is all.