The craziest thing happened last month. Emma got beat up. Being a father to two girls, this is one thing that I never anticipated. I expected plenty of other issues like drama, jealousy, and wardrobe dillemas, but not this ( Read more... )

We decided to have a family movie night on Saturday after dinner. So I go to Netflix and see which family movies are available for streaming. I stumble onto the 1994 remake of "Black Beauty". It's a G-rated movie about a horse. Seems safe enough ( Read more... )

We finally ran out of room in the crates where we keep old paperwork. I decided to shred everything that was over ten years old. My first instinct was to just dump everything quickly, but then, being as paranoid as I am, I decided to flip through the paperwork, making sure I'm not getting rid of something that I really want to keep. It was ( Read more... )

Emma wrote a letter to a boy in her kindergarten class today: "Thank you for being my wonderful friend. Love, Emma." Last night we had dinner with another family that has a son in kindergarten and she threatened to kiss him. Wasn't I supposed to be in the clear until middle school? I am so doomed.

From a recent conversation with Emma ( Read more... )

В воскресение вечером я наливаю воду в ванну, начинаю вечерний ритуал. Оливия подходит к ванне и говорит "колбаса". Я смотрю на неё, не могу понять в чём дело. Спрашиваю её, "Ты что, голодная?" А она опять, "колбаса". Думаю, думаю, на конец дошло. Она пытается сказать "купаться".

I accidentally went to a burlesque show last night. I had gotten some tips on Club Deluxe in the Haight as a potential gig spot for my band. I was already up in the City and decided to use the opportunity to check out the venue. I get to the place and find out that it's burlesque night. What a crazy experience. Girls doing gimmicky strip ( Read more... )

Stumbled onto this in the Russian kids' books section of the Mountain View Library:

(from "Telephone" by Marguerita Rudolph)

Ding-a-ling-ling ( Read more... )

I had the craziest dream last night. I usually don't remember my dreams, but this one stuck for some reason. I woke up in Janet's house. I am so disconnected from the place that I immediately call it Janet's house now, instead of "my old house." Janet wasn't home, having stayed overnight somewhere else. I quickly got dressed, hoping to get ( Read more... )

Saw this go by recently on a local jazz musicians' mailing list. I love playing music, but man, am I glad to not be doing it professionally.
Hi everyone, hope you've had a good holiday weekend ( Read more... )