My wife had one wish for her birthday, which incidentally is today: “Le Clown, no need for a birthday post this year.” And because today she is turning the very respectable age of eternal, I agreed without arguing. I wouldn’t write something for her birthday. If BlogPress would learn that it was indeed her birthday … Continue reading
My initial foray into fatherhood was successful. The Terrible Twos and the Tantrum Threes were clever alliterations fabricated by failing parents to conceal their inadequacies as caregivers. I met my wife right about the time I self-proclaimed myself father of the year. On May 23rd 2009, we caught The National in concert, sang/laughed/danced in unison with Matt Berninger, drove … Continue reading
“The Answer to the Great Question… Of Life, the Universe and Everything… Is… Forty-two,’ said Deep Thought, with infinite majesty and calm.” — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy Like the great explorers before him, Le Clown was probing the vast depths of his nostrils, in search of brave new worlds, when White … Continue reading
Weebles made her graceful entrance on A Clown on Fire on April 29, 2012. We quickly discovered that we both shared a love for coffee beans—not the picking part, this should be left to the fair trade farmers, but the French pressed kind, in a large cup… repeatedly. We found common grounds: insomnia, Rush (Weebs loves … Continue reading
Reblogged from I Was Just Thinking. . .: You know those birthday cards for kids: Someone Fun Is Turning One! And then they have this kind of half-cute, half-scary puppy dog/teddy bear/bunny mutant holding a big number 1 on the front? Yeah, well mine is better. Today is the day that we celebrate the 35th … Continue reading
Reblogged from Meizac: Okay, it’s not really going to be an “ode,” because I don’t think I could write a very good “ode.” Instead, I will just sing her praises. Read more… 142 more words The birthday wishes are flowing from all over the blogosphere… This one is from the far away land of Canada…
Again and again, however we know the landscape of love and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names, and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others fall: again and again the two of us walk out together under the ancient trees, lie down again and again among the flowers, face to face with … Continue reading
Happy second birthday to my beautiful and [very] spirited daughter, Poppy.