My governor Blago The Mouth, clearly miserable over his political future.
Not sure he could be any more of a train wreck.
(Updated: I had previously linked to the video as hosted by CNN, but they are pussies and took it down, so this post now links to YouTube)
My daughter claims she wants to be an artist, and decided (all on her own) that she wanted to create a museum featuring her favorite "cruisers" (her word for art projects) that she had made in the past year.
So she went through the archives, selected a bunch of her favorites, and we decided to take the idea seriously. We all dressed for the occasion, hung the art in the living room, invited Grandma and Grandpa Morrow, served appetizers and champagne, etc.
It was a full weekend project, but we all had a blast.
She was so proud of herself.
Not to pat ourselves on the back, but here’s the thing I learned: if you have kids, and they are enthusiastic about something (anything), take the time and effort to really honor it.
It wasn’t convenient, and it wasn’t my first choice of how to spend last weekend, but it made my daughter absolutely shine with pride, and her interest in “being an artist” has grown even brighter.
And if you don’t have kids, what are you enthusiastic about? What can you make the time to honor for yourself? What’s your museum?
PS—I decided to try Animoto to make a quick montage of some of the pictures. It’s too short (you only get 30 seconds for free), but kinda nifty.
I think we’ve found the theme for the reelection campaign in 2012 (unless we are, in fact, battling the Mayan end of the world that year).
And if Shepard Fairey gets a hold of it:
(Image via the Official Star Wars Blog, via BB)
I realized I was a grown-up when we brought my daughter home from the hospital. I walked upstairs and found my wife clipping the baby’s fingernails.
I remember thinking, “holy shit, that little thing can’t even clip her own fingernails” and realizing just how responsible we would have to be.
I had a similar realization when having some beers with old friends, having a blast, and realized we were talking about recent appliance purchases.
For some reason, I like the idea of my hip-hop posse consisting entirely of chefs. Perhaps because I’d like my own hip-hop name to be Foo-Dee.
Anthony Bourdain
because he’s a badass and I’d really like him to guide me around the globe, smoking and drinking along the way.
Mark Bittman
because he’s the one I’d like to actually prepare my food
Tom Colicchio
because he knows Padma.
I couldn’t agree more with my old friend Valerie. I loved the inaugural poem.
Valerie’s Blog » Blog Archive » elizabeth alexander gratitude.
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.
Can’t figure out why this beautiful desk, clearly meant to appeal to the literati intellectual class of our great nation, would end up in a bargain store.
I don’t know, I’m guessing this has been linked to all over the Web, but in case you haven’t seen it here is Mr. Obama’s (open) letter to his daughter’s upon assuming the presidency. Would have been hard to say it any better, I imagine.
