blake kathryn
shark vs the universe
$LAYYYTER
One Nice Bug Per Day
Janaina Medeiros
Monterey Bay Aquarium
i don't do bad sauce passes
AnasAbdin
hello vonnie
Product Placement
wallacepolsom
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Keni
Not today Justin
art blog(derogatory)
Peter Solarz
KIROKAZE
Kaledo Art
Cosmic Funnies
Origami Around
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Marital Bliss
Mrs N holding up a block of cheese: "Did you leave this out on purpose?"
Me: “No, sorry"
[Mrs N puts the cheese in the fridge]
Me [to the tune of ‘Gimme Shelter’]: “OH CHILDREN. SHE PUT THE CHEESE AWAY. SHE PUT THE CHEESE AWAY."
Mrs N: “WOULD YOU BE QUIET I’M WORKING"
Important survey
I’m going to England. Which accent should I affect so they don’t beat the shit out of me because I’m American?
Glaswegian
Dutch
Canadian
Australian
Canadian wins, eh? It’s aboot time
Important survey
I’m going to England. Which accent should I affect so they don’t beat the shit out of me because I’m American?
Glaswegian
Dutch
Canadian
Australian
I am bad at the writing for the money
Pitched a piece to my friend’s website that pays $60, forgetting that I had coffee last week with the editor from the website that pays $300, and also forgetting the website that pays $500
Beware the Ads of March
Electradaddy: Your memory is already a blessing
15 years ago, before my boy was born, I started this anonymous blog to connect with other parents. I was frightened and excited and worried and I wanted a place to gather my thoughts without anybody I know reading them or judging me.
What I found here, to my surprise, was an online community of supportive parents and some truly lovely and interesting people who became actual friends. (You know who you are.) These meaningful online connections happen all the time now, but back then it was new and unusual for me and kind of beautiful.
Electradaddy was one of them. He wrote about his own family, the joys and struggles of fatherhood, and occasionally the difficulties of life in America as a gay man. I also had the sense, reading between the lines, that he was a successful entrepreneur. Unlike yours truly, whatever his difficulties, he was never self-pitying.
In the interest of discretion, he deleted his blog when he took a public role, so I won’t name him. But we connected on FB and continued to kibbitz online. I loved the pride he took in his family, and how civic-minded he was, showing up for his community instead of just posting about it. I hoped to actually see him in person one day but it never happened. I wish it had. I wish I had at least called him when he told me was sick.
He was so funny and his sense of humor could be really raw. It was amazing. He was also sensitive and supportive.
There’s a Jewish saying when someone passes, “may their memory be a blessing.” It’s a prayer, a wish for someone grieving. His memory, in my case, is already a blessing. RIP my friend. All the cupcakes for you.
Last night the boy came home and flopped on the couch and said he didn’t feel well. I asked him what I could do to help, and said WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ASKING ME THAT and he tried to kick me.
This morning he was all smiles and hugs before leaving for school.
Parenting a teenager is like being an abusive relationship.
Merry Christmas to all, even the haters and the losers
Heard from the boy’s room
“WHY AM I IN FRANCE?"
Out of left field: racism
Lovely client at the end of the call started telling me that Muslims who want Sharia Law shouldn’t be citizens. I took a few deep breaths and told him I’ve never heard any Muslims talking about Sharia Law replacing civil law. Not from Muslim friends, not when I was writing about Islam, not from anyone, anywhere.
Mrs N left a big bowl of candy on the counter with a note on it that says “Halloween,” as if any of us would be confused about what it was for
The essence of parenting is embracing change
It’s so amazing looking back on this blog to when the boy was small. Now he’s a teenager navigating the NYC subway on his own.
All that worrying about him! And now he meets his friends at the gym after school, gets pizza, rolls in at 7pm and pretends he doesn’t have homework.
Bury me in Jerusalem (5-minute poem)
Lay me among my tribe but close enough to hear the call to prayer from al-Aqsa.
And with the scent of the olive trees wafting up from Gethsemane.
Put a twig in my coffin to dig my way out when the messiah comes.
When peace descends and there is no more need for Kaddish.
When the children of Abraham awake and wipe the earth from their eyes to behold a land that is not theirs or mine but all of ours.
Inner dialogue upon realizing my doctor is botoxing
Me: I like my doctor. But why doesn’t his forehead move?
Me: OMG he’s botoxing.
Me: Why do you care? Also your forehead looks look a shar pei’s ass.
Me: Fair points.
“Dad, do you think you could NOT be weird for ONE MINUTE in public?'
In this fraught national moment, we need to address a grave injustice: that when a person only needs one celery stalk for a recipe, they are nevertheless forced to buy enough celery to choke a horse