• Life

    18

    by Holy crap, my oldest daughter is 18 years old. My little Squeaker, my independent toddler who nonetheless always had know I was watching, my in so very many ways incredible oldest daughter. I’m going to forgo the usual sentimental dread where I remember first steps and first teeth, where I’m shocked and amazed at how long it’s been since I held her for the first time and how old she is. She’s 18 today, and that’s huge. She is tremendously politically and socially aware and I’m pretty sure she has a vision of a world that’s far better than the one we live in. Now, a legal adult, according…

  • Life

    At the Laundromat

    by Sometimes, it’s an interesting cross-section of people you can discover at the laundromat. Sometimes interesting is the wrong word. I don’t do laundromats much anymore, because, with three small children, it was one of our earliest goals after we moved to the small town we’re living in to have our own washing machine and dryer again to make sure that we didn’t have to take those three children to the laundromat once a week for several hours. On a weekend, when it’s crowded, and there are other people, too many other people, trying to use the same machines. And, likely as not, there are a couple of other sets…

  • Life

    I’m 48 and Dad Is Still Teaching Me Stuff

    by I don’t know if he realizes that or not, and I’m sure it isn’t his plan, but I think it’s true nonetheless. I’ve said for a long time that life is too short to learn from only your own mistakes and decisions, and that’s a piece of it. I’ve also said for a long time that you can’t choose you can’t choose what the universe throws in front of you, only how you react to it, and that’s a piece of things, too. The life he’s led has not always been easy one, and in some ways he’s paid the price that physically, and some ways mentally or emotionally.…

  • Life,  Philosophy

    Dunning-Kruger vs Shuhari

    by The Dunning-Kruger effect is a close personal friend of mine. I’m sure you seem to means, my favorite being that the first rule of Dunning-Kruger club is that you don’t know you’re in Dunning-Kruger club. Boiled down, without math or graphs or anything, it’s a cognitive bias that essentially says the skills you need to understand whether you are good at something or not are the same skills that you need to actually be good at that thing. If you’re unaware of the effect, graphically it looks like a super steep line when you first learn something, peaking way above actually being good or knowledgeable about that something. So,…

  • Life

    My Oldest Child

    by It is the 19th of December in the year 2018 of the common calendar, and it is a date of special significance to me. At 1:42 AM this morning my son, my firstborn child, turned 20 years old. 20. 20 years ago today, in the middle of the night, I held him for the first time. It’s very easy to admit now that I was terrified. What the hell did I know about kids,much less babies? Only a few days off of 28 years old, I had a couple of friends who had small children, but didn’t really see them that often. I really didn’t spend much time around…

  • Life,  Writing

    The Writing Life

    by Sometimes, the writer’s life is easy. Sometimes it’s not. Sometimes the words don’t come or the story doesn’t work or you suddenly hate your main character. Sometimes, you forget the rules of grammar so that the ones you break aren’t intentional and what you’ve just written reads like you wrote it while drunk and having bed spins. Sometimes you can fly by the seat of your pants and sometimes you can’t. Sometimes your carefully plotted out story bores the crap out of you because you plotted it out too much. Sometimes, a sentence falls out of one of your characters’ mouths so perfectly and so naturally that it sends…

  • Life

    Time for a Mid-Life Crisis

    by It’s the first of November, 2018 and I’ve decided that it’s time for my midlife crisis. Nice bombshell, eh? Now, I say midlife crisis, but mine is not going involve a sports car or plastic surgery or a 20-year-old girlfriend, or anything stupid like that. Mine is coming a reorganization of priorities and some significant goal setting. Some of those goals I’ve already started to work in earnest towards, while some are just getting started and some which a brand-new. The high points, and there isn’t going to be a lot of detail on some of these as there are things to consider and build in the background: By…

  • Life

    Time of the Season of Ignoring

    by It’s a little strange, but as I get older, I seem to be ignoring the turning of the seasons more and more. Oh, I still notice them. I know when it’s summer and I know when it’s winter, and I know when one it’s either of my two preferred seasons in between those, but the fact that the seasons are happening doesn’t necessarily change anything I have to do. Granting that most of what I have to do is indoors in one way or another, either at work or at home. But even the outside stuff. I just do. I do recognize the weather, even if I don’t always…

  • Life

    My Son Is Coming Home

    by So my son is coming home to visit for a week, in theory. We’re thinking about today, driving to the city to pick him up, stopping to visit my parents, his grandparents, on the way back, and then bringing him home for the fall break. Fall break is different to me, because Queen’s never had one. Reading week in the spring, but there was no fall break. The fall break for Eric isn’t really a reading week either, because it happens actually the week after midterms and, while the vacation after all that hard work is appreciated likely appreciated by the students, it still seems weird to me. I…

  • Life,  Politics

    Satire

    by It is time to turn some of my creative energy to satire. I’ve dabbled in it here and there, but never for long and never seriously. There’s nothing wrong with the bit of slacktivism I’ve been doing, sharing memes sizes trying to stir people up here and there and starting or participating in online conversations as I see the need. But I need more, and I feel like, at this point, I have developed a bit of a talent for writing. If the satire only amuses me, that’s fine. If it only preaches to a small choir, that’s fine too. In either of those cases, it’s probably not worth…