Life

Tonight I sold the BMW on Craigslist and have already placed the Harley with a friend to be sold for a fee.  I am out of the motorcycle life. Many people have asked me if I regret it, and occasionally I think what fun it would be to ride, but at the same time, I…

I actually read my spam.

No, that’s not exactly right.  Because of my past life, I get a sizable percentage of e-mail from people who would otherwise be putting up fliers at the local monthly UFO watchers Meet Up.

I have a kindred spirit with these people who range in lucidity from giving me a call periodically to see if I’ll help get attention for their injustice to just sending me crazy e-mail about their ongoing litigation with the US gov’t.  There are a surprising number of veterans among them, which I find very sad.  At the end of the day they are so much like me, with a cause they champion and the megaphone of the Internet.  They just seem to be missing that internal compass that tells the rest of us that we’re really overlooking a key point.  Or that perhaps we aren’t right.

Perhaps I possess a modicum of self-doubt that they lack, or perhaps the chemicals in my brain are in better proportion.  Either way, I feel that if Alzheimer’s ever hits me, I’ll be on the other end of this transaction.

Today’s is a first for me.  I’ve never had an Asian crazy spam before.  So here it is for all you’re viewing pleasure.  Here’s my favorite quote, by the way:

"If everyone can tramp down on
law and publicly provoke the civilization of the world, like Du Pon and its CEO
Holliday have done, what the world will be? "

Sarah’s blog is all about knitting nowadays, but she had a response to my post about the New Yorker article in an e-mail to Aaron, and she’s allowed me to repost it here.  It adequately describes the issues with a C-section from the patient’s point of view, something I’m not able to capture adequately. I’d…

My friend Aaron Pressman recently asked me what Sarah and I thought about the October 9th New Yorker article on the rise of the Caesarian section (C-section) as a child birthing method.  (Sarah hasn’t seen it yet)  If you’ve read the story of the birth of our first child, you know this isn’t an abstract…

At our doctor’s urging, we just got around to forcing Moishe to sleep in his crib all night.  There was a modicum of crying, but not what you’d expect.  Our actions won’t have him in therapy for years during teenagehood, nor will he have abandonment issues because he had to sleep alone. I think the…

Another hurricane and I find myself driving through the bad weather up I-95.Thank god the nanny’s in the backseat entertaining Moishe. This could still get ugly.

After spending the whole weekend with Moishe, I went to work on Monday and caught myself missing him all day.  Didn’t see that coming.  I’ve uploaded a video of him playing in the sink, but I haven’t been able to get it to play.  Let me know if you can.

So my hardest challenge as a parent has started.  Sarah is off to Burning Man, leaving me with Moishe and the life of a single parent for a week.  She lobbied hard to get me to go to, but I really couldn’t leave for a lot of reasons, including: I just got back from a…

Honestly, this kind of shit really messes with my head, now that I understand what it means to be a parent: For most of her 34 years, [Maureen’s] life had been typical: She’d been educated in a small town, married, had three children, divorced; she’d worked as an EMT and seamstress, never more than a…

Spoiler alert: Syriana.  Don’t read this post if you’re going to see the movie. A few nights ago Sarah and I watched "Syriana".  Watching the child get electrocuted in the pool was horrifying.  Sarah couldn’t watch and I kept rubbing my face in my hands hoping it would be over.  As the scene ended I…