Archive for May, 2005

bunch of liberals

Friday, May 13th, 2005

True, these folks come off as a bunch of whiny liberals, but I advise you to read the reporter’s observations and also the comments afterwards. Especially if you think that Americans are typically happy with the way the country and its relationship with the world and the Earth is going. The article is from the Washington Post, a national respected paper, not just a niche website.

prove me wrong

Thursday, May 12th, 2005

Well children prove you wrong all the time – it’s their job. I just got a call from Emma in England, they’re doing fine. To prove me wrong after my post of just a few minutes ago, Toby spoke to me too, and told me a long story about their trip this afternoon when they went on the Romney, Hythe & Dymchurch Railway – a 1/3rd size steam railway. Apparently they went very fast, the engine was green, and they did see sheep and they did see some cows and they did see some horses and they did go through a tunnel and it was very dark and the engine was green, wasn’t it Daddy?

raw meat

Thursday, May 12th, 2005

I saw an ad a couple of nights ago on TV (despite having TiVo I occasionally watch an ad or two) featuring Jared, the spokesman for Subway who lost 245 pounds on a diet of Subway sandwiches. He was saying that by making it possible for you to have your sandwich toasted, they have effectively doubled the size of their menu, and you wouldn’t find that at McDonald’s. Well of course. Unlike Subway, McDonald’s already cook their food – what were you expecting, that they would have a new raw menu?

Anyway, I did have a Subway sandwich for lunch today – toasted – and it was very tasty indeed. Plus plenty of veggies to be healthy. On the way over I saw a guy holding his young son’s hand (the boy must have been 2 or 3) and I was overtaken by a wave of missing Toby, all of a sudden. It’s kind of nice to have some time to myself and everything, but I do miss hanging out with my little boy. Only a week till they’re back. I spoke with Emma yesterday – they’re doing just fine, and Toby is extremely happy to be with his grandparents. Toby spoke on the phone to me too, but pretty much only to say “Hello Daddy”, and then listen to me asking him questions, none of which he answered. He’ll get the hang of phones soon.

here’s hoping

Tuesday, May 10th, 2005

An article on the BBC about how Christians and neo-conservatives are getting greener, worried about oil and its effects on the environment. Here’s hoping that it makes Bush listen.

In other news, Emma and Toby are currently in a plane on their way to England for just over a week. Although I know it’s great for Toby to see his relations and for them to see him, it’s very hard to say goodbye. When they went in December I was allowed to go through the security checkpoint with them, but they wouldn’t let me do it today. So Toby and I ran up and down every single escalator in the airport – lots of running about which hopefully will have worn him out. I felt bad for Emma having to juggle Toby and a bag and a stroller through security, but she’s a smart lady and I’m sure she’ll have been OK.

a little better

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005

To take away the horrible taste of the “music” referenced in my previous post, I recommend taking a look at this great promo for Brit band The Killers created by m’clever brother Richard.

just … horrible

Tuesday, May 3rd, 2005

Last night we picked my visiting friend Richard up from the Mall of America where he’d been doing the tourist thing – spending a whole day and a wad of cash there. We met him at 6ish then got something to eat. On the way out we were accosted by a disgusting wailing noise which was so repulsive I was a little bit sick into my mouth. It turned out that “Christian” “singer” Joy Williams was making an appearance in the atrium much to our misfortune. Words almost fail me. Many slack-jawed Republican lilywhite suburbanites gazing open-mouthed at her all confused as to how their repressive version of religion mixes with a skinny blond woman gyrating and holding a microphone near her mouth while singing stuff about, presumably, how great it is to hold hands and be a virgin for the Lord. As for the singing, imagine a shrill, extra-sugary version of all the blandest girl-singer stuff you’ve heard on the radio, turn it up and multiply it by 6.66. Man it was bad.

The worst was when we took Toby past. He started clapping. My own son! In a crowded elevator I rebuked him. Poor little guy was all confused. We hopefully flushed out his system in the car with a dose of They Might Be Giants, but I still feel icky.