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     My mom spent the last few days in the hospital. Her pesky little ticker was acting up on her again. A few days of no rest and lousy food and she’s home, good as new. I spoke to her this morning and she said she was off to buy stamps for her Christmas cards. She is one of those folks who is diligent about sending them out. She’s annoyed that her hospital visit got in the way of getting them out on time. I have always assumed that her commitment to Christmas cards is to share the spirit of the holidays with her friends and family, especially those who live far away. I am sure that spreading holiday cheer is my mom’s primary motivation. But there is another. “When you get to be my age, you have to send out Christmas cards. Otherwise people think you died.” Ho Ho Ho. Related posts
I found this website where Joan will be able to marry me off for a specified price. You and the rest of the family could take that dream vacation . . . → Read More: Marry Our Daughter!
I haven’t been feeling well lately, but thank god I’m not President William H. Taft. Related posts Wes Anderson, Oh How I Love Thee (1) Today, Scout’s college is my college too. (5) Things I am afraid of. (1) Teenage drinking (1) Sad Sad Scoutie. (0)
P.S. — Joan, I am beating you by so much . . . → Read More: So You Think You Can Dance: Presidential Edition
And it might be the perfect example of that annoying phrase “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” (i.e. — when you’re a big name director and . . . → Read More: Wes Anderson, Oh How I Love Thee
As Holloween appraches, and it has become clear to me that my metabolism is no longer unbeatable, I . . . → Read More: Boo
I have not told my parents yet. Nor have I told Ross that I’m dying it back to brown. As I . . . → Read More: Doing Stupid Things
So much excitement at our house last night.  Eileen and I went to Hofstra University for the debate. But unlike watching in your own home where you can gasp, shout, laugh, mock and throw things, audience members at Hofstra have to behave themselves. I decided . . . → Read More: Debate Multi-Tasking.
So I’m sitting here in class, clearly not listening to the debate we’re having on stem cells. No one in my class if pro life, so it’s a very boring argument. Everyone feels the need to repeat one another. And I hate repetition. Here’s . . . → Read More: If This Class is Pro-Choice, Then Don’t I Have the Choice Not to Listen?
So, before Joan could post this herself, I decided to take the opportunity to beat her to it… …And show off on her behalf. Related posts Huff Post . . . → Read More: Joan Introduces Democratic Presidential Nominee Runner Up’s Husband, Who Happens to Have Been a President Himself  A pacemaker is a small, battery-operated electronic device which is inserted under the skin to help the heart beat regularly and at an appropriate rate. The pacemaker has leads that travel through a large vein to the heart, where the wires are anchored. The leads . . . → Read More: My mother needs a pacemaker.
I spent some time this weekend thinking about 81 year olds. Two of them in fact. My mother and the Pope. The Pope turned 81 just this week and my mom turns 81 in May. When I began drafting the piece, I thought it was going . . . → Read More: My mom and the Pope. Like peas in a pod. I can’t guarantee that you will enjoy this video. I also suppose I may get some backlash from PETA. I’m not sure. But I am proud of the fact that I got a video from my video camera to my laptop and then to YouTube and then onto my blog. But maybe someone can . . . → Read More: Our cat is learning to walk on a leash.
 I have an op ed running this morning in the Newark Star Ledger. For those of you who do not subscribe to the Newark Star Ledger, here you go: When Juno hits video stores this week, kids will be anxious to see it or in . . . → Read More: There’s nothing really easy about Juno
For many families, this is a lovely time of year. When high school juniors casually prepare for the SAT’s. When families take wonderful road trips to look at college campuses, presenting unique opportunities for parents and child to bond, to plan thoughtfully for the future. Of . . . → Read More: College tours – a stroll down memory lane.  I’m at Emerson College in Boston today. Our daughter is a freshman here. I’ll be in 3 or 4 classes today, talking about leadership, non-profit managment, marketing, advocacy. I believe I’ll be going to more classes today than my daughter. Although I have heard that . . . → Read More: Today, Scout’s college is my college too.
Hey, this is Joan’s son Ben. I’m the kid who was in my mother’s last post, posing in front of a waterfall. You might have missed the waterfall because of my . . . → Read More: Have you ever wondered why I like Andy Rooney?
Hats off to Scoutie for talking about the whale thing. I mean it. Everyone who knows her knows she has a real and significant phobia about whales. Her insights about its larger implications were very grownup. Scoutie . . . → Read More: Things I am afraid of.
Lately has been heavy, and filled with fear. I fear that I am coming to the realization that many college freshmen come to: I am (possibly) in the wrong major. I fear that I am going to catch the awful stomach . . . → Read More: Completing the Immersion Effect |
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I really do find the best material when I’m supposed to be doing homework. 
