Category Archives: The Mysteries of Everyday Life

Pacifier? What’s a Pacifier?

When Sean was about 2 or 3 months old, he decided he wasn’t that into  his pacifier. He would pluck it out of his mouth and throw it away as if to say, ‘This nipple-shaped piece of silicon isn’t fooling me, Dad.’ And then he’d resume crying. At 3 months, he was sleeping on his

Family? What Family?

I defy you to read this New York Times piece and not ask yourself why this woman wanted children in the first place. Be sure to read the original Craigslist post. I understand we are biologically driven to procreate, but why do we have kids so other people can raise them? Is this some stubborn

Last Will and Testament

My latest Milspouse blog post is up. I’ve known for a long time that I needed to have a will drawn up, but, as usual, I put it off. Beyond needing a lawyer, I had no idea what was involved, and, hey, lawyers are expensive, aren’t they? After Sean was born, though, I couldn’t keep

Getting Old

Yesterday my doctor told me I had to ease up on my coffee intake. The conversation went something like this: Doc: I bet you drink a lot of coffee. Me: That depends on what you consider a lot. Doc: How many cups would you say you drink in a day? Me: Well, how big is

Books Are Awesome

The Web Urbanist has a beautiful post about books as design elements. I especially like the color-coded library organization scheme. It reminds me a little of Rob’s autobiographically arranged record collection in the film High Fidelity. Maybe in the book, too; I don’t know; I haven’t read it. It looks like I could easily kill

Semicolons in Decline

I guess I always knew the semicolon was an unpopular bit of punctuation. If you read enough, you can just sort of feel it. But I didn’t know the story of the semicolon was so entertaining: The semicolon has spent the last century as a fussbudget mark. Somerset Maugham and George Orwell disdained it; Kurt

12:01 AM

I know Sean will be awake in about six hours, so why am I still awake? Answer: Vanity. I’ll explain tomorrow, er, later today.

Publishing Marketing

My friend John e-mailed me this link about ‘misery lit,’ a.k.a. ‘grief porn.’ While I’ve certainly been aware of it, mainly via supermarket and Target book sections that inevitably include copies of A Child Called ‘It’ and it’s sequels, this is the first I’ve seen about a specific genre or special bookstore section. Does Borders

We ate till we sweated heavy cream

That’s right, we went to the Newport Clam Chowder Cook-Off yesterday with some friends. It was 80° and clear. A beautiful day to eat copious amounts of hot fatty chowder. There were, of course, interesting things to see (people, mainly). The best part of going to any of these summer festivals is the people watching.

Eating

Sean and Danielle and I have entered a new phase of our relationship. About a week ago we started feeding him a little rice cereal in the afternoon. It was going well. It took a few days, but eventually he figured out that he was supposed to swallow the stuff we were spooning into his