Home Sweet Home

This link is from my wife and I think mainly is directed at my mother-in-law who is still highly skeptical of any state admitted to the union after 1800.

New York Times Strikes Again!

The boys at the NYT L-O-V-E pictures like this. They are determined to have us save the earth if for no other reason than it's so damn cute! Bravo gentlemen.

Suburban Sasquatch

My friend Jeff says that I am the "Suburban Sasquatch" because he rarely has sightings of me and most still believe my presence in California is a myth. But this is not the worst reaction you could get from your high school friends after more than a decade of neglect. Like the famed Yeti, I too am a bit startled by the world that has gone on without me and seek to avoid contact with most humans. But no one said going from DC to the OC would be easy. But on the flip side, I've never had a healthier looking lawn.

What is worse?

Is it worse to be writing work related e-mails over the weekend or reading them? If e-mails are a flame, then I am the moth (coo-coo-ka-choo). Writing them is definitely worse. Actually, Alberto Gonzales and the NSA reading them is probably worse than either.

Big Harry Deal

If anyone ever deserved a swift ass-kicking, it's these kids who go ape shit for Harry Potter. Yet parents are willing to consign these children to a lifetime in nerdom because "at least they are reading." This is probably also what German parents said when all the kids came home with Mein Kampf. Of course, the main reason I'm pissed is because having these kids around the school yard 25 years ago would have saved me several years of playing Piggy in our impromptu schoolyard reenactments of Lord of the Flies.

The journey of a thousand miles...

When I was a kid, more than one seemingly wise adult told me that "the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single footstep," which I guess is true unless you are confined to a wheelchair or one of those Rascal machines. Anyhow, this sage bit of wisdom came back to me like some kind of mental cud as I stumbled onto Blog Spot and decided to finally give in to my wife - as I do in most instances - and put my daily musings into blog form. My sense is that she is tired of hearing my "theories" after nearly four years of marriage and as an attorney, sees the blog as a Exhibit A in an eventual divorce proceeding. Nonetheless, with blatant disregard to the consequences, I may share my thoughts with the internets in this space, if for no other reason than to torment an institution that has brought me such stress causing manifestations as e-mail, Zillow (where I can watch my house depreciate in real-time), and the super-empowerment of 20-year olds. This blog starts as I move back to California, where I grew up, after 16 years of hard living inside the so-called Beltway, where laws get made and stuff. But more on that later...