Ghosts in the photograph

A guy I work with hosts a monthly gathering for dads. He and his wife own a shop in Northeast Portland, and they have a room that they rent out to yoga groups and other foo foo stuff. But every other fortnight, the guys descend on the joint for beer and a violent dude movie. [...]

WW: Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Song of the day: “Here Comes the Sun,” by The Beatles (George Harrison). .

Bottles and cans just clap your hands

This weekend hosted the final games of my soccer team, The Elks. After six weeks of training, I have to say that the kids really improved in their game and I had a great time. When I told my friends I was going to be coaching five- and six-year-olds, everyone said to watch out for [...]

WW: Connie and the birthday cat

At least we made it a year this time…

Distill the life that’s inside of me

Raging Mom went to a “Mother’s Day Tea Party” at our boys’ preschool today. The highlight of the event, as it was retold to me, was when each of the mothers were brought up to the front where the teacher proceeded to read the kids’ answers to a series of questions about their mothers. In [...]

The only pull you got is the wool over your eyes

As I approach my three year mark living in Portland, I have been thinking about Minneapolis a bit. I am going back next month for my 10-year college reunion and am excited to spend a few days in the good ol’ Twin Cities. A former colleague of mine just posted on his blog about a [...]

WW: Every last buggin’ gang on the whole buggin’ street

Continuing the trend of found toy art, I caught Spidey getting his dance on.

F@ck swine flu, I want the Rage Virus

I’ve gotta say, this whole swine flu thing is a drag. I mean really, my first bona fide pandemic, and this is it? I think my boy Michael has it, because he shows the tell tale signs: runny nose, lethargic and shits a lot. It’s a fucking hangover. What a disappointment. I spent most of [...]