electric boogaloo

Right after I wrote that last entry about the evolution of my political views — like anyone gives a rat’s butt, but still — Graham told me that he pooped the Millenium Falcon.

I live in a suburb of Atlanta. Life is easy here in a way that things have never been easy for middle-class people before in the history of the world. We live the life of Egyptian kings, all of us, except the food is better and we have air conditioning and less pressure to be [...]

I want to write about poop. Well, really I don’t - that’s disgusting - but my life involves a lot of poop these days and since this is intended to document this time in our life it would be dishonest to ignore the poopcentric nature of having young kids. Although, maybe it isn’t this way [...]

Ah, Monday. A new week, a fresh start, a week where I will not forget any classes or fail to do laundry or let my art projects take over the entire house. No one will get sick because I will it to happen that way. I won’t lose my keys or my wallet. I won’t [...]

Well, it’s ten minutes before midnight. My kids are just now asleep, the house is a mess, the money situation is mediocre, orders are slow, and we really need to go to the store one day. But still, I feel pretty great thanks to delusions of satisfactory accomplishment. Over the weekend I finished all of [...]