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Hallowe'en 2009

2009-11-04T22:21:00.004-05:00

This Hallowe'en found us fleeing the premises to join our friends up in Dunellen. Our street is still under construction, and the thought of dealing with all that mud was just more than we could bear. We put a basket full of treats on the porch with a note and hightailed it out of here. Once in Dunellen, we found a smartly dressed Highlander eagerly awaiting the arrival of our own "half-dead boy":

The Highlander seemed mostly friendly...

and once again, the fake blood had clearly
been flowing at our house this year.

The look that says,
"Gimme some candy or I'll bleed on you..."

Here's the all-important loot-divvy in progress...

We all had a great time!

(And of course there are more action shots
over on Sassafras Mama's blog!)

We Missed the Party

2009-11-04T05:46:00.002-05:00

Mr. D's great grandmother Wid celebrated her 99th birthday recently. We couldn't make the party, so we sent along some warm birthday wishes, accompanied by these images.

I was art-directed by Mr. D in this shot. ("You have to open your mouth and look shocked, Mommy!") Tama was still recovering from the flu, and so was granted a reprieve from our photoshoot activities.

(There's a picture from the party itself
up over at the Snowshoe Diaries.)

First Political Memory

2009-11-03T18:48:00.009-05:00

"Framing the Shot"

During the 2004 US Presidential race, our Mr. D was regular attender at local political events. He was three years old and being dragged along, so he doesn’t remember that much about it. My teacher friend Sassafras Mama asks her students to think about their earliest political memories, and I wonder now if our trip to the National Equality March (NEM) last month might someday qualify as Mr. D’s first political memory.

"No Justice, No Peace"

As parents, our approach to the social issues of the day – racism, immigration, healthcare, poverty, taxes, equal rights for the LGBT community – has been to try to “get out in front” and provide our Mr. D with some context. We tell our stories as the time seems ripe. He knows that our taxes help pay his teachers’ salaries, and that racism is still something we’re all working on. We have debated about how explicit to be about gay and lesbian issues, since those terms are not much a part of his everyday life, but we’ve heard from other LGBTQ parents that second to fourth grade seem to be prime years for a kind of aggressive monitoring and discussion of difference amongst students, so the National Equality March seemed like a good way to introduce him to the ideas that underlie our current struggle.

We went with a bus full of high school students, so spirits were high from the outset. Once we arrived in our nation's capital, the crowds were enormous, loud, and impressive in both their relative youth and racial diversity. Having previously attended national marches as a young student activist, it was very different to attend as a parent and quasi-chaperone. When the traditional call-and-response chant of “What do we want?” “EQUAL RIGHTS!” When do we want ‘em?” “NOW!” went up, I substituted in “YESTERDAY!” at the end, explaining to the students near me that my t-shirt (from a march in the late 1980’s) was older than they were. We got home around 11pm, and Mr. D asked some good questions without ever complaining.

In the weeks after the March, the race for the NJ governorship tightened, with Corzine (D) and Christie’s (R) stances on gay marriage being one of the starkest differences between them. Suddenly, gay issues were up for discussion at every turn, and for the first time in his life, Mr. D heard an older kid speaking out about the “grossness” of all things gay. Our son was much better prepared to put comments like that in perspective, having had some conversations with us about homophobia and the people who oppose equal rights for lesbians and gays.

I wasn’t sure how taking an eight year old to the March would work out, but I am so glad now that our Mr. D has seen a loud, large crowd of lively supporters of LGBTQ rights. In the weeks before the National Equality March, I’d told him that although his Tama and I aren’t married in a way our government recognizes, we think we are on the right side of history and that in any case, he doesn’t need to worry about us. “How do you know we're on the right side of history?” he asked.

In the quiet dark of the bus ride home, I reminded him of his question and said, “Did you see all those people who came together today? That’s how I know, buddy.”

(It's taken me a long time to process
this momentous event; finally tonight,
awaiting the results of the NJ gubernatorial elections,
it seemed like the right time to pull it all together.)

Last Hurrah

2009-10-23T06:20:00.001-04:00

It is a measure of the power of his music that my mental jukebox has pretty much been stuck on "all Springsteen, all the time" since we caught the very last concert at Giants Stadium back on October 10th.

We are so grateful to the several people who conspired to make the night possible for us, from Ms. N who sold us the tickets to our dear friend D who tucked our Mr. D under her wing with no notice at all. We had a fantastic time. Mr. Springsteen and his band seemed like they were having a great time. He surfed the crowd, let us sing the first verse and chorus of Hungry Heart, and just generally put on an amazing show. Here's what T & I looked like as The Boss launched into "Born To Run":

Pretty much sums it up.

(And, in case you're wondering what my jukebox is playing,
here's the set list (over three hours of music):
Wrecking Ball (new song with Giants' Stadium as the protagonist!),
Badlands, Spirit in the Night, Outlaw Pete,
Hungry Heart, Working on a Dream, Born in the U.S.A.,
Cover Me, Darlington County, Working on the Highway,
Downbound Train, I’m On Fire, No Surrender,
Bobby Jean, I’m Goin’ Down, Glory Days,
Dancing in the Dark, My Hometown, Tougher Than the Rest,
The Promised Land, Last To Die, Long Walk Home,
The Rising, Born To Run, You Sexy Thing/Raise Your Hand,
The Last Time, Waitin’ on a Sunny Day, Seven Nights To Rock,
Kitty’s Back, American Land, Jersey Girl)

Church of Backup, Revisited

2009-10-16T17:12:00.005-04:00

I've written before about the importance of backing up your stuff. It's boring, but vital. (Anyone who has lost their stuff can wave their hands and give me an Amen.)

And if you're still not a member in good standing of the Church of Backup, you might consider that old grade-school standby, the buddy system. It's been working pretty well for my dad and me. (Hi Dad!)

Meanwhile, more and more of my life is lived / played out online, the questions about backup become more urgent.

At about my 2,000th tweet I realized that I was starting to lose track of things that I'd tweeted. I could remember that I'd tweeted out a link, but not who it had come from, or whether I'd also bookmarked it. Which is why I was so happy when Storytlr came along. Dead simple and super helpful; I instantly gained the ability to search through all my tweets with ease. Today a new online friend told me the sad news that Storytlr will be going offline at the end of the year. Phooey!

All of which raises the point... when you entrust your data to someone else, you're at risk. Other people can lose or inadvertently mangle your data, or they can simply go out of business. Services like Twitter that quickly become a staple of our online lives give us the opportunity to develop a whole new set of contacts... but do we have them? Or does Twitter?

One day this summer I was working on a presentation on my Google Docs account, when suddenly I was blacklisted. Two days before I was to present. I couldn't get into Google Docs at all, and had no idea why. My only recourse was to fill out the relevant form and wait while frantically querying my network and discovering a surprising number of folks who said, "Yeah, that happened to me once." A day or so later, just as mysteriously as it had gone black, my account was whitelisted again and I was ready to go. But it was a terrible day.

Is this where Backupify might come in? Backupify is a service that is expressly designed to help us backup our online accounts. Twitter, Wordpress, Facebook, GMail, Google Docs, and a bunch more services are covered... the basic plan includes Twitter backup at no cost. More services and more space will result in a fee that is likely to seem like the best investment you've ever made the first time some of your stuff drops into a black hole.

I've signed up, but I don't think a backup has occurred yet; I am eager to see the service in action! (And by posting about it, I hope that I've just qualified for a premium account.) I never expected to be following hundreds of folks on Twitter (or to have hundreds of them following me), or to Tweet out hundreds of links, but I would be crushed to lose all that information, because so much of it was about serendipity... how would I ever re-create it?

How about you? What could YOU not afford to lose? And what are you doing about it?

Too Much Fun

2009-10-13T06:43:00.005-04:00

While I was busy presenting at NACAC back in September, our man Mr. D was having the time of his life while visiting with his most excellent cousins and their attendant adults.

Cousin C. opts for a trip of her own

No wonder it was so heavy!

On our way home we adults got to spend a little time
hanging out, and it was nice to be reminded
of my sister's ability to see treasure everywhere.
(Boards from this fence were deemed worthy salvage.)

Meanwhile, the cousins played balancing games...

...and look, "magic elbow" is an inherited gift!

(Trying to get caught up to this past weekend,
which was jam-packed!)

Rumor Control

2009-10-11T00:11:00.004-04:00

For any non-believers out there.
Details to follow.

Weekend Adventures

2009-09-25T22:33:00.001-04:00

This is what we looked like as we were about to head into
the long-awaited Joan Osborne concert.
Very, very happy campers.

Earlier that weekend, we basked in the glow of community
during the annual First Day School campout.
Here, young master E.
happily demonstrates the coziness of our tent.

Mr. D took this picture of his friend.
He's got a good eye for portraiture,
don't you think?

S'mores are the staff of life.

We were quite pleased to wake up all snuggled together!

(The evening temperature was in the 40's, we think.
Let's hear it for down-filled sleeping bags!)

Eight Years

2009-09-04T15:36:00.003-04:00

He turned eight yesterday.
School starts Tuesday.
He is ready.
We are not.

(Party pics tomorrow, we hope!)

The Colors of Summer

2009-08-30T20:31:00.002-04:00

Butterfly beside the pool
where I pretty much live in the summer

Multiple variants of tomato bounty

More roadside yumminess
(at a stand that runs on the honor system, by the way)

Oooh, whose pearl-grey & aubergine house is that?

(OURS!)

Auntie Camp III

2009-08-26T06:08:00.005-04:00

When I was growing up in NY, a chance to see my cousins, who lived in FL, was the highlight of any year.

My sister and I are working hard to make sure that this generation of cousins (at least the East Coast ones) have a chance to develop and deepen their relationships with each other. For the past three years, my sister's two girls have spent some time with us here in NJ, while Mr. D has spent some time down in MD with them. This year's week of NJ Auntie Camp started with a promising sign (this shot was taken literally within minutes of our scooping up the fabulous Misses T & C:

And once the girls were settled in, we immediately broke out the games:

(Turns out Cousin C is a pretty serious Hang On, Harvey competitor!)

During the day, all three kids attended Princeton Friends Summer Camp, a wonderful camp which fosters both their imagination and their love of the natural world. (In the picture below, cousin C and Mr. D are showing off C's village, which she and her group worked on througout the week.)

Auntie Camp already has lots of traditions, and every year we seem to add a few new ones. This year's addition? The ritual dumping out of shoes BEFORE we get in Aunt Shelley's car! (Average amount of sand thus collected: 2.8 cups!)

Every camp week has a different theme. Of course you can guess from the picture that this year the kids attended during...

Superhero Week!

Can you feel the love?

Another tradition: end-of-camp Stewart's dinner

And the "so glad to have you back" hug?
Also traditional.

(We're already looking forward to next year!)

Lose the Training Wheels

2009-08-16T23:27:00.003-04:00

Ways to assist a young person who wants to learn to ride a bike: Project confidence. Enjoy your own bike rides. Install training wheels. Spend time watching other kids riding. Smile encouragingly. Talk about caution, responsibility, and freedom. Model caution, responsibility, and freedom. Practice patience. Take the training wheels off. Promise to keep your hand on the seat. Run alongside. Yell words of encouragement. Start on a straight road lined with soft grass. Apply bandaids and kisses as needed. Require the donning of long pants. Put the training wheels back on. Tell true-life stories about your own learning. Allow breaks. Test the brakes. Watch for signs of returning confidence. Take the training wheels off again, this time for good.

~ ~ ~

This afternoon a friend told me the story of her daughter, many years ago now, falling in love with a school for the performing arts in another state and ultimately moving away to attend there. She made arrangements to stay with the families of several other students in order to make it work. As a sixteen year-old. Trying to imagine making that decision, I said, "It must have been so hard to say yes to that."

"I didn't say yes," my friend responded, "At least not at first. I tried everything I could to talk her out of it; I even dragged her back and re-enrolled her in the school in our town after I visited her at the school she wanted to attend. But two friends of mine sat me down and said, 'You have to let her go,' and they were right. So I did."

~ ~ ~

I am so fortunate. My learning network is well-stocked with thoughtful, courageous people.

In the past few months I've read several blog posts that resonated with me. Each dealt with the idea of supporting children's development as learners in a slightly different way.

In the first, Vicki Davis (aka coolcatteacher) tells the story of a white water rafting trip which she then relates to her goals for the students she works with:

We have got to come to grips with how to take children from walled gardens to a point where they can safely operate in public places before they graduate from high school.

In the second, author Maya Frost (The New Global Student), responds to articles on college search consultants by making an impassioned case for "breaking the cycle of learned helplessness":

When we rely on expensive services to prep kids for top schools, we are telling them that they can't possibly compete in the real world without our assistance — and our money. Parents who want their kids to be able to get great jobs they love after graduation (without their help) are better off teaching their kids how to flesh out an idea, research the heck out of it, and follow the thread that leads to the most thrilling and fulfilling opportunities.

Parents: If you are considering paying for college help, consider what you are saying to your son or daughter by hiring a consultant to do what most families handle without assistance. Think about how you might spend that money in a way that could give your student more opportunities to develop confidence, relevant skills, a clear sense of direction and flaming enthusiasm.

The biggest problem with learned helplessness is that it's contagious and hereditary. Stop the cycle now, and your kids will have a much brighter future.

Finally, just last week I read a post on parenting by C.C. Chapman over at Digital Dads:

What I’m getting at is that you need to make sure that your kids realize that the only way to succeed in life is to always work hard, to be strong willed and be the best you can be at whatever it is that you are passionate about. Yes, there are going to be plenty of people standing in your way, telling you no and gates set up to block them. But, I hope and pray that everything I’m doing with my kids is raising them to be a gatejumper who chases their dreams with every ounce of their soul.

I am interested in how these ideas play out in the real world. Most parents I know would agree with the idea that parenting is all about supporting their children's growth towards independence, but different parents are going to do very different things when confronted with the imagined reality of assuring some kind of "advantage" for their own son or daughter, or with the soul-gripping terror that can accompany the prospect of actually letting go.

Every choice we make is a reflection of the best information we have at the time, as seen through the values we hold. If I am reflective and transparent in my work with students and my work as a parent, will it help me "maintain course" as I move forward?

I want to be thinking, "Will this choice help move this child (student) towards a life oriented towards life-long learning, ethical and deliberate decision-making, and love?"

Or, more simply:

Will this choice move us all towards the day when the training wheels come off?

(Cross-posted at Relax. No, Really.
Hat tips to @sassafrasmama,
@yggiz, @coolcatteacher,
@mayafrost, @jonathanfields,
@cc_chapman, and Malcolm Gladwell)

Beware of Dog

2009-08-03T17:33:00.011-04:00

(Photo credit: T. Feld)

Here's a guest post by my amazing sister, who lives in MD. Our son is currently down there visiting with his aunt and uncle, his two beloved cousins T & C, and their two dogs, Chance and Nina. Nina is a relatively new addition to that family, and this post is an excerpt of my sister's email to me yesterday:

It's very common for dogs to fear kids. Kids are louder, more physical, and far less predictable than adults.

Your son is awesome. He was pretty much attacked by our new dog THREE times. Every time, I slammed her to the floor and held her down by her neck and threw her out of the house, etc... to make sure she knew where he was in the pack (i.e. way the heck above her). She never got all the way TO him, but charged at him, barking, baring teeth, the whole nine. Then, I tried holding her in one arm while loving on him with the other arm and talking to him like he was the greatest. That's when she COMPLETELY freaked the heck out and went wiggy, flinging herself any which way to get the heck away from him, and cutting my nose with her tooth on the way (I really felt more as if she was running with knives and cut me on the way by than as if she actively bit me, but whatever it was, thank GOD she didn't get D, and WHO WOULD BLAME HIM if he a. wanted her banished from the house permanently or b. wanted to go home or something.)

But NO. Quite the contrary. He heard me talking to Steve about how D wasn't doing a thing to her and usually wasn't even NEAR her when she went off, and how we might need to get rid of her if she can't handle visiting kids (she has never had any similar reaction to adults). D said, "Oh, no! I hope you don't get rid of her! I like Nina. I think she's just really scared of me." What an amazing response. And he meant it.

Then, I thought about it and realized her reaction was totally wig-out fear-ish. I thought about eye contact. D had said that before each "charge" she had been staring at him for minutes on end. Well, for him to know that, he must have been staring at her, too (again, can't blame him a bit -- I would keep my eye on her, too). If she's wary of him, and then he keeps locking eyes with her, she will definitely take that as an aggressive sign (poor D was being anything but...)

I told D if he wanted, we would just keep her outside while he's here, unless he's at camp, or down in the basement, or in C's room w/ door closed, etc. I told him that would be completely understandable and fine by me. I told him too, though, that what I would prefer is to have her around some of the time, so she can get used to him, and put her out if she's staring at him, or making him at all nervous. He was 100% cool with that. I even asked if he was sure and he said "yes."

Then, I told him to completely avoid looking at her, at all, and loaded him up with treats. He carried those things like sabers! It was as if he felt safe as long as he had a treat! And without my urging, coaching, etc, he took the whole thing on like a little scientist, and began trying to offer her treats in different ways -- sitting down first, not looking, with voice, without voice, putting it on the floor, holding it in his hand. He was SO psyched when he got her to slink up and gingerly take it from his hand -- after at least 45 minutes of work -- her ears slicked to her little head. And, the whole time, he was expertly managing Chance (who needed treats, too, don't cha' know...) and C, who kept trying to "help."

Then, I told him that the most reassuring position for him would be to sit with his back to her, offering up his behind, so to speak. He said, "Okay, that's really scary." I said, "You're right -- forget it." Within 40 minutes, he said, "I want to try the really un-aggressive thing." Little sweetie. So, he did, and slowly, over the course of the evening, she eventually came up and began licking his outstretched hand, with him still not looking at her. He was on Cloud Nine!

This morning, we were all snuggling in bed, and I asked him to continue avoiding eye contact, and she came right over to him on the bed, rolled on her back, offering up her tummy and neck. I told him that was a great sign. He was still nervous every time she moved quickly, and we had to reassure him that she was coming to lick him, not attack him, but he really, really wanted to be her friend, so he hung in there through understandable fear. (She's still nervous when he moves quickly, too, so we will keep a very close eye, and not make any assumptions that everything's great now, etc...)

He is in charge of feeding her. After b'fast this AM, he said, "Tomorrow, maybe I can look at her!" He really likes her, God bless him. He's just been a gem, and I think the two of them will be fine now. And I intend to make it clear to him that he has really helped our family with his courage and his efforts to work with her. You should be very, VERY proud.

(Of course we are proud.
And SO grateful to my fabulous sister!
Our Mr. D has experienced the winning power
of kindness before,
when he tucked a non-English-speaking
classmate under his wing.
He knows about aggression from our conversations
about which games we approve of him playing,
and what makes a great wrestler great.
He knows about fear and violence because
as Quakers, we talk about the hidden roots of violence.
And he knows about the scientific method because
ever since he started asking "why" about everything,
we've been responding, "We'll tell you what we think,
but first, what's your theory?"
We have NO idea where he learned patience.)

Lessons From Camp 2009

2009-07-29T22:52:00.009-04:00

We have returned from our traditional two weeks of camping at the amazing North of Highland Camping Area in North Truro, MA. (Hi, Bruce, Jan, Mary, & Brett!) Our dining room looks a little bit like a camping store blew up in it. But several folks have asked for our also traditional post-trip "Lessons from Camp" post, so the bungee bag and ice chest will just have to wait one more night. Here are this year's Lessons from Camp:

Enjoy the day...

...no matter what the weather.

Dance...

...as the Spirit moves you.

Bring bikes and helmets...

...and, at all times,
be prepared to swim.

Make your own souvenirs!
(Awesome visiting auntie strongly recommended.)

Leave the tents
as flat as you found them.

And fly.
You know you want to.

(Shoutouts to our camping partners Sassafras Mama and JT,
as well as to Paula Poundstone,
who was achingly funny at Vixen that first Thursday night,
& Miss Tara, who made a night in town possible again.
As always, thanks to our families for putting up
with our relative inaccessibility,
and big smushy cyberkisses
to Auntie Nish, Wendy, Karen Schiff, and Aunt Chelle
for their contributions (snailmail and otherwise)
to an extra-special stay at camp this year.
Can't get enough?
Aunt Chelle's and Sassafras Mama's pics are pretty great, too!)

Catch You on the Flip!

2009-07-11T07:35:00.004-04:00

(image via Aunt Chelle, on Flickr)

Yes, it's that time of year again... we hear the ocean calling our names, and we are outta here! You can leave us messages in the comments below (although we probably won't read them until we get back), or, even better...

Send us snailmail at camp! Last year we got tons of mail and it was SO GREAT! If you're reading this between July 11th and July 19th, here's your big chance to make our day at camp.

Send a little note (and/or dark chocolate!) to:
Riendeau-Krause campers, site 19-I
c/o North of Highland Campground
52 Head of the Meadow Road
P.O. Box 297
North Truro, MA 02652-0297

If you'd prefer, you can call the camp and ask them to leave us a note on the camp message board, which is also a big thrill. That number (good from July 12th through the 24th or so) is 508/ 487-1191, and office hours are pretty much all day with the exception of meal breaks from noon-1pm and again from 6-7pm.

Even if you don't have a chance to send a message our way, we know we can count on you to send warm and sunny thoughts... right?

And a special thank you to the excellent neighbors who are keeping watch on our little house until we get back.

Wellfleet

(photos by Shelley, panoramic "stitching" by DoubleTake)

4:05:06

2009-07-08T14:49:00.005-04:00

We were briefly awake at 4:05am this morning.

So that we could tell our boy that we have a picture of him
at 04 hour
05 minutes
06 seconds
07 month
08 day
09 year

Hee hee hee!

(It's possible that we pressed a few buttons
on that clock in the interests of the photo opp...
but don't tell D, okay?)

Help A Girl Out

2009-07-03T22:55:00.002-04:00

Image via "BabyDinosaur" on Flickr

My as yet unmet friend Ana Lomba (Parents’ Choice award-winning author, a leading language educator, tireless advocate of early language learning, and Princeton mom of three) recently Tweeted out the sad news that her almost 11 year old daughter broke her collarbone and is unhappily considering the prospects of a summer without swimming or bike-riding. SO frustrating!

I immediately thought, "How can we make this a little better?" and decided that a list of recommended books would be just the ticket. So welcome to the

Broken Bone
Summer Reading List

brought to you by yours truly, a few friends, and the fabulous and talented crowd of unmet friends who follow me on Twitter:

Caddie Woodlawn (by Carol Ryrie Brink, via SassafrasMama, who also thinks The Seven Wonders of Sassafras Springs by Betty G. Birney might hit the spot)

Where the Red Fern Grows (by Wilson Rawls, via Colleen, aka @warmaiden, who also recommends LJ Smith's Vampire Diaries I-IV, The Witch of Blackbird Pond (Elizabeth George Speare), and Promise of the Wolves (Dorothy Hearst). Plus, if you're into creepy stuff, Colleen says check out authors Christopher Pike & RL Stine.

Little Women!! Little Women!!!! (by Louisa May Alcott, via Erin Kotecki Vest, aka @QueenofSpain and believe it or not, I actually edited some of the exclamation points OUT)

The Lionboy Trilogy by Zizou Corder was recommended by @trxckster and another off-line friend. Trxckster also recommended The Golden Hour and the other two books in Maiya Williams' time-travel trilogy.

Outlaws of Sherwood (by Robin McKinley, again via @trxckster, who then really got on a roll, thinking you might also want to give Neil Gaiman's Coraline a try (more delicious creepiness!), or maybe Jean Craighe George's Julie of the Wolves, or the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E. L. Konigsberg (oh, YEAH, I LOVED that book!), or The Giver by Lois Lowry, or something of your choosing by Cynthia Voight.

Or how about Green Mansions (by W H Hudson), which my partner remembers loving. Or Jane Yolen's Pit Dragon series, which I loved?

Or maybe something from this big ol' Sunshine State Young Readers LIST that Pam Guyton hooked me up with?

Okay, that's it. Historical fiction, fantasy, sci-fi, time travel, adventure, coming-of-age... there are some AMAZING books out there! I can't say that I wish my collarbone was broken, but it does seem like a list like this might take the sting out of it a little bit. Happy reading!

If you missed the original call for submissions and see a glaring hole in this list, give your favorite book(s) for an almost eleven year-old girl a shout out in the comments!

(Still need some more ideas?
Go find some more teachers or librarians to ask,
check out the interactive Literature Map or TeenReads,
or give the Princeton Public Library a call;
their children's reference librarians ROCK.)

Many Happy Returns

2009-06-28T20:06:00.004-04:00

This box has been haunting our home for the past few weeks. Too big to hide in our smallish house, it needed to rely instead on this very effective homemade warning label. As soon as I saw it, I thought, "No matter what's in the box, it's all gravy... I've already gotten my favorite present."

my wife and son
full of grins and secrets –
early birthday gift

(I did get some great tangible presents as well.
The scary spider box held a complete set of new iittala bowls
to replace our beloved 26 year old (!) Marimekko set.
Another reason to have friends over for brunch, yay!)

All Hail

2009-06-22T17:13:00.002-04:00

All hail to Sassafras Mama for tucking our little man under her wing today.

Click here for her post.

(We love our grown-up time...
and we'll be so happy to get our boy back tonight.)

I Remember Sun

2009-06-21T23:49:00.004-04:00

It's been raining since Memorial Day. But back when we were celebrating Princeton's Reunions, there was sun a-plenty.

Tiger head balloons.

Orange and black EVERYTHING.

Miss Lulu and Tina
(with Elise cheering in the background)

D-love and his Tama in the P-rade.

Tina, Lulu, and some boy who likes square roots.

It's good to remember what sunshiney smiles look like.

Move Along

2009-06-19T11:50:00.004-04:00

Sorry, folks, nothing new to see here today. All my media production time/energy for the last several days has been dedicated to a work-related project, which you can check out on my work-related blog, if you'd like.

(More goodies here over the weekend, though...
and, if you're trying to come up with story ideas of your own,
you might have some fun with this.)

Big Bambu

2009-06-15T06:23:00.002-04:00

If you live within driving distance of Beacon, NY (you can download directions by clicking here), we can strongly recommend that you pay a visit to the Starn brothers' Big Bambu exhibit. (The studio will be open every 2nd and 4th Saturday of June, July and August, between 11AM and 4PM; more info is available here.)

We went last month, and in a last minute burst of inspiration,
brought our own piece of NJ bamboo
to contribute to the project.

Admission is free, and the experience
is nothing short of mind-boggling.

Just to give you a sense of scale;
that's an adult male, in the bottom left...
with a few more, up top.

"The medium is really the time, the bamboo, the rope, and the people." Starn Twins: Big Bambu. Part 1 of 2", posted with vodpod

(There are a few morephotos over here.)

Wet June Haiku

2009-06-14T16:36:00.000-04:00

(image by David, aka "benefit of hindsight," via Flickr)

the farmer's refrain
while garlic rots in wet earth —
next year, next year

(Cross-posted at Summer Haiku 2009.
Hat tip to KD, who brings me reports of the real world.)

Did I Mention?

2009-05-28T06:52:00.000-04:00

When I was a kid, and my mom's life was full of taking my sister and me to swimming lessons, ballet lessons, riding lessons, and story time at the library, there was a grocery store in town with a sit-down bakery section. I think it was an A&P. The store doesn't exist any more, but I have these wonderful memories of my sister and I tagging along on my mom's weekly run for provisions, chattering away as she ticked off each item on the list she held in her hand. If we were good -- and the way I remember it, we always were -- we got to have a treat at the bakery.

My treat of choice was a half-moon cookie, which here in NJ in 2009 seem only to be made a white cake "moon." When I was a kid, I told my mom, the half-moon cookies were made on a dark chocolate base. In my mind they became "dark side of the moon" cookies, an almost mythical, no longer attainable, slice of pure childhood joy.

Now look what my mom had waiting for me when we all went up to visit this past weekend:

(Words fail me.)

Another great part of the weekend was less visible to me, but no less wonderful. Our little man got to spend lots of time with his Grandpa and Nana. With Grandpa, he explored a mysterious gully, created a Jackson Pollock-inspired masterpiece, and worked on getting the trails in good shape. With Nana, he learned to distinguish some of the local birds by sight, and discovered the joys of a toasted peanut butter sandwich. The bedrock of unconditional love that my parents gave to me is now there for Mr. D.

...and that kind of foundation makes reaching for the stars downright fun.

(Thanks for everything, Mom & Dad.
And happy 49th anniversary!)

Subway Chanteys

2009-05-27T06:24:00.005-04:00

Make Roz Chast even funnier

Shelley's Podcast

(For best results,
turn to page 59 of this week's New Yorker.)