dada-ism
3.07.2010

The Gospel according to Saint Veruca

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Last Saturday night was the silent auction fundraiser at the kids' school. It's their main fundraiser and is really a great cause. I...
3.02.2010

Spellbound

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Last night we were playing spelling bee with Sam and Jane. [OK, full disclosure: Vicki was playing spelling bee with them. I was near the be...
2.23.2010

The sound of (awkward) silence

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Scene: this morning, in the building, on the way to my office. I am running late from having to get blood drawn as a follow-up to a routine ...

Geography for the win

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All the pre-K classes in Samson's school have been doing an extended unit on geography and world cultures for the past few weeks. It...
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2.17.2010

Keyboard confessional

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Some day my son will read this, and I know it will hurt his feelings. And for this, I apologize. But I need to clear my conscience on the ma...
2.16.2010

The house always wins

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Or at least, it won this time. And by the house, I mean me. I'll explain. All this snow nearly obscured the fact that two weeks ago was ...
2.10.2010

The lemons to lemonade principle

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In case you hadn't heard: It's snowing here in Maryland. Again. And while the following recipe will do precious little to get rid o...
2.08.2010

C-5, Miss

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With a bit more time inside than usual [see: snow; see also: lots], we've introduced the kids to a few classic board games. Vicki spent ...
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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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