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For My Father

20Apr09

My father could command a room, entertain a table of friends. But also, he was a private person: sometimes quiet, always considerate of others.
He had an interest in, and an aptitude for, many things: science, agriculture, language, music. What fueled his days was a keen interest in the world around him, a hyperactive drive not [...]


People

19Mar09

I haven’t ceased to be baffled at some people’s self-centered nature and lack of courtesy, never mind lack common sense and basic driving ability. Today I was sitting on my couch grading a pile of literary analysis essays when I witnessed another instance of this. My living room has a ten foot wide picture window which allows [...]


Son of Rambow  was a fantastic, fantastic movie. If you miss the 80s, you gotta see this one. Everyone should see Son of Rambow anyway because it’s a wonderful story, but plenty of 1980s clothes, hair, hobbies, and little things (scented erasers!) give a nice warm gloss to the film. Really good movies about art and creation [...]


SUB-LIT is seeking submissions: fiction, poetry, non-fiction, and ART. Check out the magazine and the guidelines.


As promised, here are some pictures from The Summit, a “boutique” hotel in Tupelo, Mississippi. There was an annual furniture mart in town which resulted in full-bookings at the more bland and predictable establishments such as the Holiday Inn Express. Anyway, we only stayed here for one quick night before driving into Little Rock. In [...]


Stephanie over at Natural/Artificial has previously made me laugh out loud with lists of gross things found used as bookmarks inside books, and strange things found in the book drop at the library. Ah, the life of a librarian. I stole the below image from Stephanie. It’s a photocopy of a letter found in the [...]


Yellow River

12May08

 

 

 
I finally uploaded some pictures of our adventures at the Yellow River Game Ranch.


Keegan Quotes

18Jan08

“Here’s some fish. It came from an old headache. It’s a big fat purple fish.” [Holding a wad of purple Play-Do]
[whispering in my ear] “Tyson puts his thumb in his mouth. He has a backpack with cars on it.”
[seriously] “Mommy, put this band-aid on your arm fur.” [Thanks, kiddo.]
[triumphantly] “This. This is my treasure chest!” [...]


Meditations.

09Jan08

I’ve been having all sorts of fascinating conversations with my son lately. He just turned three. He’s not only a sponge for language, but his fantasy world is rich, often logical, surprising. He’ll rattle off a five minute narrative that begins with something concrete (the toilet overflowed) and leads to detailed fantasy (the account of [...]