Archive for February, 2007
Daily Monster justed stopped production, and we were at a loss as to what computer fun our daughter would get herself up to (somehow it feels different than TV. Marie Winn knows better.)
Be that as it may. Today I peeped my old chum Vikki’s blog Up Popped a Fox, and set my eyes [...]
Weekend bonus shot, 02.25.07
3 Comments Published February 26th, 2007 in Mostly a picture, Weekend bonus shot.Portrait of the artist, Berkeley, CA.
Stockholm Syndrome, infant version
14 Comments Published February 24th, 2007 in Re: the lil' peanut, Two kinds o' people.I’m sick, the baby’s sick, the dog’s sick. It looks like the toddler’s en route to getting sick with what I’m trying to kick, which I have because she gave it to me months ago. But worst of all, the computer’s sick! The horror, the horror! ‘Til it’s well again, I’ve [...]
Photo of Tillie Olsen: Rob Edwards
Tillie Olsen’s memorial on Saturday was profoundly moving. What a life; what a legacy. To do any of it justice is far far beyond my humble capacities. So I won’t, except to say that the event was a fitting reflection of her fierce passion for people and [...]
Not-so-still-life with nursing pillow (elapsed time:19 minutes), Berkeley, CA
Tillie’s Hands, August 2006, Photo by Jesse Olsen
Tomorrow, Saturday, February 17, 2007, Tillie Olsen’s life and contributions to American politics and letters will be honored at a Memorial in Oakland. It will be the first memorial that our young son will attend, and in attending at just over four weeks old, he beats [...]
Overheard under the ad hoc tent
4 Comments Published February 15th, 2007 in Mostly a picture, Re: the bairn.Lil’ monkey: Pssst. Baby brudder. Now that we got some privacy I got to tell you some stuff. You listenin?
Lil’ peanut: Grpft smrfff grblzzzpft.
Monkey: I’ve been watchin them for a long time. The one that used to be your home, with the mama milk and the voice like honey and the [...]
On Sunday we celebrated the adoption at our local kiddle park. After we all had our way with the bagels, I noticed the lil’ monkey had drifted away. This is where I found her. Staring at the swing, trusting, trusting, that someone would come and do right by her. No telling [...]








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