Book Review: Bossypants

I had trouble trying to figure out what I liked most about Tina Fey's best seller. I hesitate to call it an autobiography because while it does feature the Emmy…

Walking the Walk

I had to go to the mall with my daughter recently. I noticed that she lagged behind me most of the time as we walked. I figured she had figured out she needed to stay close enough so that I would not worry, but far enough away so that people might not think she was with me.

Typical tween behavior, I assumed. But when I brought it up, she had a completely different answer. “You walk too fast.”

I should have known this answer would come. In fact, she has probably told me the same thing before. I know my wife has. On more than one occasion, she has squeezed my hand and told me to slow down.

I have the same answer I do for most of my problems – blame my family.

Mistruth in Advertising

At this point in our lives, I think we have all given up on the notion of truth in advertising.

We gladly accept beer commercials that promise beautiful women to an overly chummy group of young men who choose a particular brew. We’re OK with seemingly healthy people talking about how a drug helps them cope with a debilitating disease. We can deal with chain restaurants hawking an “authentic” experience.

But a new set of ads has come along which pretty much demands we stand up as a nation and swat the executives in charge on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.

Going to the Zoo

As parents, we do things for our children that might go against every instinct we have. That's pretty much the feeling I had last month when I walked into our…

ITEOTWAWKI: Garbage Time

I finally broke down and bought the (supposed) final album from R.E.M. I say supposed because Part Lies, Part Heart, Part Truth, Part Garbage 1982–2011 may be the last project the band…

Miss Me?

So I haven't blogged for a while. Three weeks, pretty much. I have no real excuse. I have thought about writing things, but have been busy at work, focused on…