It’s Not My Fault
Too bad Robin Williams did the thing that I can’t seem to quite get myself to do despite the constant swirling of said thoughts inside that head of mine. But he did it and I haven’t and now who’s going to be the one, fictional…
Mad Science
STEM might not be a very cool acronym, but it makes for some very cool play time. Science. Technology. Engineering. Math. All those disciplines that Obama talks about making our country great again. Also subjects that fill most English majors with more than a little…
Tacos Por Favor
I was going to write about baseball but then yesterday happened. Sebastian and I went Skateboarding yesterday. It was my first time on the board in about ten months, you know, surgeries, fractures, and stuff. Body no longer cooperating kind of stuff. Anyway, I spent some…
Silence
I’m headed out to Joshua Tree today. I’ll be attending a ten day silent meditation retreat there. I look forward to the experience. This morning, however, as I said good bye to Sebastian I began breaking down like a little child. Unlike my little child, who was…
Fight or Flight/Conan
I’m not sure if I’m the only one (I’m not, I never am. Let’s just stop this illusion that I’m special) but I’ve been having a tough time handling Sebastian’s recent playful violence. He attacks me with vicious jabs and crosses whenever we’re in close…
Bad Words and Shit
Maybe it’s because I’m a foreigner that I’ve never truly comprehended the impact the use of bad words has, what they stand for, and how they are perceived. I never gave it a second thought until the baby appeared, began to grow, and grew into…
Stupid Fun (What Dads Do Best)
The older I get, the more the lines of distinction blend in terms of traditional male versus female roles in the household. Maybe it’s just my household. But when it comes to making and packing lunches, prepping for a busy day of activities, cooking meals…
(Not) Island Living
There is a wonderful opening scene in the film (not the TV show) About A Boy, where the protagonist, a dilettante Londoner, explains his disciplined approach to living a life devoid of complication or commitment. He calls it “Island Living”. It’s an ingenious system dividing…
A Grilled Purple Carrot
“So, what did you have to eat?” “Well” Sebastian says, “Pizza!”. “Of course.” I say. It was, after all, a day trip to Dave and Buster’s with his winter camp. “What else? I ask. “Chicken Nuggets.” “And?” “French Fries.” “And?” “Cookies!” His eyes are lighting…
Sick Boy
I tend to forget that Sebastian is only six years old with all this stuff that’s going on at this age: he’s learning to read pretty damn well, he is athletic beyond anything I could have imagined (Scholarship!), including skateboarding at daredevil levels (Sponsorship!). He has…