I’ve got four three different fonts at work on this page (I just changed one…). It’s a veritable font explosion. Or, more accurately, I vomited fonts during the redesign. We’ve got Century Gothic Triplex Lite spelling out “oddfellow” above. Just below that, “chatter” is set in Harting (a nice old typerwritery sort of font, I […]

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Today is the 2nd anniversary of this blog (such a sexy word, isn’t it?). In the last two years, I’ve:

bought a house
landed a great job
endured a shit job
learned a lot
adopted a dog and a cat
added another soldier to my little army
celebrated three wedding anniversaries
watched friends divorce and marry
freaked out
been boring
sent a son off to school
thanked […]

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Here are three pictures of my terrific dog. Notice how his mouth gets longer when he scratches an itch. Could it be that he’s smiling?

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Julien has decided to take up karate. Every afternoon after Spongebob, he removes his shirt, wraps his black nylon belt around his belly, and begins a dazzling display of his command over this ancient and spectacular martial art. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. In fact, since I’d never seen anything like it, I had […]

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…sons (not murders), here’s a great picture of mine.

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Either someone has pulled off a really elaborate framing of Ward Weaver, the man suspected of killing two Oregon girls, or he’s one of the dumbest humans alive. Did you know that 20 years ago, his own dad was convicted of raping and murdering a young woman whose remains he buried under his back porch? […]

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I recently enjoyed a delicious helping of embarrassment on account of my big fat mouth. Apparently I like the taste of my feet because they tend to find their way into my mouth on a pretty regular basis.
The deal? Well, I said something that I’m pretty righteously sorry about to someone I highly respect. I […]

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I know perfectly well that she didn’t write this for us. But it being written on the day of our anniversary, and it being about love and blessings, and it being written so pleasantly well, I’m taking the liberty of borrowing it so that I may offer it, as a token of my love, to […]

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That night. That sad, beat up night. It was Sonny Rollins and “You Don’t Know What Love Is.” It was brushes on a snare drum and tired, bony fingers on piano keys. It was him at the bar and her in someone else’s arms. It was a dirty halo around silver streetlights, and it was […]

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I expected it to be hard. I expected there to be tears. And to really beef up my defenses, I even anticipated some pleading: “Mommy, don’t leave me here … Daddy, don’t go.”
But you know what Julien did as Ari and I left his kindergarten classroom this morning? He danced. The teacher was playing Don’t […]

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