Tramps Like Us

It's not that good of a picture, I'll admit. But the haziness of the picture, taken by dad's cell camera, from the top deck, rear of the stage, is fitting. Seeing the Boss for the first time is a haze-inducing experience. Additionally, the event was such a solemn and transcendent experience, I felt somewhat sacrilegious in even these feeble attempts to make graven images of it. We cried, we danced, we sang out loud, we cried some more. For 2 hours and 40 minutes. And it ended, as I imagine it often does, with Thunder Road into Rosalita into 10th Ave. Freezeout into Born to Run. At some point thereafter, dad swooned, and woke up a few hours later, eerily refreshed, in his bed in Athens.

Bottom line: if you live within 500 miles of Charlottesville, you better be there on Wednesday. Just like Second Cousin Once Removed Katie and dad's friend Drew will be. Otherwise you will have to go to Europe to experience the best public event since the Sermon on the Mount.

Signs of Our Domestic Tranquilty

Courtesy of Dad's camera phone. Our daily routine is to go out into the yard, let Barritt excavate his dirt mound, and watch the vines and weeds grow over Annabelle (making the most of the mantra 'It's a rental'). There is also a sublime comfort from being in the presence of our Be-dwettin' Prayer Flags.

Dino-mite!

As promised, pics of Mom's cake. Note how the dino-cake is made from two round cakes. Then watch has evolution and extinction reverses itself, as the dino-cake comes alive. The real reason the dinosaurs were wiped out: they were made of cake, ganache, and mint icing. At least that's why the dino-cake was extinct from our fridge in short order.

Happy Birthday Bonus Media

Who is really blowing out these candles at my school party?

Happy Birthday to Me! And Hef!

Yes, that's right, a 3d birthday has rolled around for yours truly. Where has the year gone? I can't claim to know. But celebrations are afoot. As are plans for new sleeping arrangements: today I woke up in a crib. Tonight I sleep in a big boy bed. Supposedly.

Also, today is the 82nd birthday of a certain magazine mogul, known for wearing pajamas all day and publishing a magazine people read primarily for its book reviews and interviews with John Updike and his ilk. However, I do not read this, or any other magazines.


Come back later to hear a report of first night in said bed, and to see pictures of the killer cake my mom made me. And I mean killer literally. You'll see.

For now, here are some pictures of my birthday party at school. Annabelle came to help us throw down.