During the break, my family and I were in China, visiting relatives in Beijing, going to museums and whatnot in Chengdu, and being fed absurdly good food everywhere. Above is a photo of me and one of my daughters, recovering after our nth feast. Continue reading “We Chengdu What We Can”
Northland, my local shopping mall, was much in the news a couple months back. A machete fight and a fugitive driving through the mall and a smoke evacuation will do that. My girlfriend and daughters happened to be at the movies there during the fight, had their theatre evacuated and saw a bit of the aftermath, a bloodied person and a freaking out person being tended to. A lovely day’s outing.
I thought of writing this post a year ago, to follow up Daddy’s Simple Lesson, and then forgot about it. A few months ago, I ran into an insane piece of Americana and thought again about the post, and promptly forgot about it again. Now, with Donald J Narcissist about to take over the White House, and with the moronic Left still so far up its own ass it cannot come to terms with why DJN won, it again seems a good time to write the post. Then I can forget about it once and for all. Continue reading “Why I Left America, Twice”
My daughters have a sense of humour.
Long ago, there was a Los Angeles policewoman who gave it up to become a prostitute. She was then targeted by her former cop colleagues, of course, and she became news. I happened to hear a softball interview with her and, although I don’t remember her being as interesting as promised, she gave one very funny response:
“So what was it like, going from the world of police and lawyers and judges to the world of pimps and johns?”
“Well, for one thing, as a prostitute you meet a better class of people.”
EduTECH24 was the kind of world that made you long to meet a better class of people.
It’s a stretch, but this post is inspired by the nature of some of the comments on the AMT gender post.
Growing up, my father, David, wasn’t a great father, or at least he wasn’t great for me. Our family split up when I was 2, and I saw Daddy1 only once or twice a week in the early days, and once-ish a week later on. Early memories were simple and happy, including whole-family outings, but later I felt Daddy to be judgmental and coldly intellectual. How much that was true, and how much it was the reasonable or unreasonable consequences of parental disagreement, or the result of sensible paternal concern for an overly shy kid, I’m not sure. Whatever the precise causes, I didn’t grow up close to Daddy. Continue reading “Daddy’s Simple Lesson”
At least according to our charming daughter.
Happy Father’s Day, to all those paternal types out there.
We had an interesting backyard this morning:
Again. At least this time I kind of know what a eulogy is. But for Jeff? He was way too young for this. And too weird, too unconventional. Anti-conventional. But here goes. Continue reading “Eulogy 2”
