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- dada
- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
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- The not so great (or even ripe) pumpkin
- Trucks, trucks, and more trucks
- Kal-El marks a milestone
- Sam Kenobi?
- Socks
- Up all night
- Vive la diference
- Driving that train...
- You can take it with you
- David Plotz is dead to me
- Getting better all the time
- Navel-gazing
- Yet another gratuitous Samson pic
- Incomprehensible
- Let them eat cake
- Object lesson
- Road trip
- Elvis with a tail?
- Life imitating art
- Child of the corn
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