Archive | July, 2009

31 July 2009 ~ 2 Comments

6-4-3

6-4-3

Sometimes, your kids do something very small that shows that they’re undeniably yours. Little things that show that there’s a connection between you and them; not because you’ve cultivated it, but just because it exists on its own. Something innate, not programmed. I was pleased when my son decided that he liked Star Wars. I [...]

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31 July 2009 ~ 0 Comments

The Linkage for July 31st

Here’s a quick look at what I was reading online from July 18th to July 31st:

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29 July 2009 ~ 3 Comments

Wordless Wednesday: The mystery of the cup

Wordless Wednesday: The mystery of the cup

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27 July 2009 ~ 1 Comment

Why doesn’t he write anymore?

Why doesn’t he write anymore?

He doesn’t write anymore because he’s busy, yo. Don’t worry, this is a cyclical thing, so I’m sure I’ll start having some free time in the evenings to write again soon. I mean, eventually the kids will go off to college, right? In lieu of any actual content today, here’s some pictures of my family [...]

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22 July 2009 ~ 7 Comments

Wordless Wednesday: A dip in the pool

Wordless Wednesday: A dip in the pool

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20 July 2009 ~ 2 Comments

All concrete dogs go to Frazier’s Concrete Heaven

All concrete dogs go to Frazier’s Concrete Heaven

I really enjoy eclectic junk stores. The kind of places that have things that you just don’t find in normal stores. And things that most people probably should never even consider buying. Just north of Hempstead, at the junction of U.S. 290 and Texas 6, there’s a place called Frazier’s Concrete Heaven. Well, actually, they [...]

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16 July 2009 ~ 0 Comments

The Linkage for July 16th

Here’s a quick look at what I was reading online from July 10th to July 16th:

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15 July 2009 ~ 2 Comments

Today was not our garbage day

Today was not our garbage day

On our street, garbage day is Monday. Everyone rolls out their weird, squat green plastic trash cans to the curb and the big scary truck with the giant mechanical arm comes and does its magic. Then everyone rolls them back behind their house or into the garage when they get home from work. We’ve all [...]

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