JP’s celebrated his final birthday party this weekend (for those of you keeping score at home, yes, that’s three; ah, the joys of joint custody). A good time was had by all: there was frolicking, a bit of gamboling, some racing, gobs of skipping, hopping, and traipsing, and I must admit, a little bit of …
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Well, ladies and gentlemen, the time has come yet again for that annual celebration of home-schooled religious wingnuts, first-generation-immigrant-over-parented-over-achievers, and all-purpose Asperger spectrum adolescents: the Scripps Spelling Bee. An interesting–if borderline xenophobic/racist–article in Slate reminded me of this. “Why Are Indian Kids So Good at Spelling? Because they have their own minor-league spelling bee circuit” …
George W. S. Trow was not widely known as a father. Fancy essayist, editor of the twee, proto-media-critic (in the days when Media might include painting, television, and opera all at once), but Daddy? Not so much. But his most famous work, Within the Context of No Context, which I highly recommend, does expend a …
If every third word that comes out of JP’s mouth is a variant of poop–“poopie pants,” “poopy face,” “you’re a poop,” “poop-head,” “she’s a poop,” “I’m gonna poop on you,” etc.–can that be considered verified evidence that he has entered the anal phase, and if so, is this a good thing? I’m sure most of …
