Revelry Reverie

He looks angelic because he is. He’s perfect. (today)

The other day, Grant (5) was going on a wild tear. In this state, he bears an uncanny resemblance to Taz, the tasmanian devil. He sweeps erratically around leaving a wake of destruction, often pulling others into his orbit and spewing them back out again. I was in the kitchen pulling dinner together, and Eleanor…

Grant has a dentist appointment this morning, more than an hour from home. He likes to fill the drive with chitchat, and he started out heavy today. He told me, “Mom, sometimes I have a bad dream and I can’t get to you and a bad guy tries to get me and I can’t find…

I was sick this weekend, so while I was lying on the couch, receiving gentle hugs from all three Ringlets, I considered my life. It is simply absurd. I am absurdly lucky. I think I’ve had an atypical amount of opportunity in my life. It’s been so much fun (to date, and I expect it…

Talk about your fang company…

Herein lies a single spoiler for today’s NYT crossword. My dear Will Shortz and co., let me begin by saying that I adore that Tumblr made it into today’s crossword. Seeing the clue “Many a Tumblr share” literally made me gasp in delight over my tea this morning. For many of us at Tumblr, this…

Henry had to have a tooth pulled recently (his mouth is too small and his baby teeth are hanging on for dear life), and he’s been dutifully putting the tooth under his pillow, to no avail. 😬 Finally, last night he wrote a strongly worded note to the tooth fairy and taped the tooth to…

This got long. I spent some time recently digging into shitpost as a concept. My favorite take on it is from this article from Polygon, called “Shitposting is an art, if history is any indication,” and it draws a pretty compelling connection between shitposting today and Dadaist art (you know, Marcel Duchamp and his R.…

On Tuesday or Wednesday, when I picked up Grant, he told me he was making me a drawing at school. He said it wasn’t ready yet, but it said “I l… I’m not going to tell you what it says, but you’ll like it. Guess. It says (whispers) love! I love you mom!” I find…

I saw some frosted trees in front of a brick building on my walk to my office this morning.