June 11, 2007
Tornado
I have now had two solid weeks of dreaming that I am in a glass house with no basement and there is a tornado outside.
I have said it before and I will say it again: my dreams have completely transparent symbolism.
And the latest picture of little Ben (which Shurita Thomas-Tate wants to call "Benlet" is below. It's a camera-phone picture, but gives you a pretty good sense of what he looks like nonetheless.
June 05, 2007
Who's Reading my Diary?
As most bloggers know, blogging introduces a huge conundrum. Everything you write is suddenly on the web for all to see. Every time I get an itch to write a blog entry, I realize a few things:
1. If a few key people read what I have written, I will likely be in trouble for writing it, and, relatedly,
2. I'm such a whiner!
I mean, seriously, you should see some of the stuff that appears in my head. Bitch, bitch, bitch. That's all I ever do. I mean, come on--I'm doing it right now. I'm complaining about the fact that all I do is complain to myself. That's so...meta. Just call me Andy Rooney Junior. I certainly am developing the eyebrows for it.
The other conundrum that blogging introduces is that it is not peer-reviewed. Consequently, there is suddenly tons of junk on the web. I was listening to the radio the other day, and a person being interviewed had a great quote, which of course I can't remember exactly (which is probably good, because I can't remember exactly who said it, meaning that I can't reference it properly). It was something to the effect of the web introducing more content, but without controlling the content. It ends up being a net loss, I think. Blogs are like a cancer--useless tissue that crowds out the tissue that actually does stuff.
And to those who come to see baby pictures, rejoice. Here's the latest:
