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About Me
- 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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August
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- Summer's almost gone
- Jane: A photoessay
- Diminished capacity
- A different kind of space oddity
- Lies
- That's my boy
- Space oddity
- Outside
- The constant gardener
- Back to school
- The wages of sin
- Model behavior
- Come fly with me
- Sweet Jane
- Get back to work!
- The importance of being ironic
- We are the 80s
- Damn you, Curious George!
- Let the wild rumpus begin...
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