Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Friday, September 29, 2006
Okay, for those of you who might be interested in my picture-taking efforts, here's an update. Everyone else can go ahead and move along, unless you're interested in backup schemes and such. Really, though, save yourself a few minutes and just move along. In fact, what the heck are you doing here in the first place? Don't you have something better to do than read my drivel? Anything? No? Well, okay then, read on, McDuff.
I got Sara up this morning and put her on the changing table to get her dressed. I took off her diaper and noticed that it was pretty much dry. My first thought was "Oh, great. I'm going to change her diaper and she'll immediately pee in it just so I'll have to change it immediately." Suddenly, however, I had a flash of inspiration.
You know you're a parent when you dream about sleeping.
"My favorite truck is a Safeway truck. Because I love groceries." -- Jared, on the subject of trucks.
"Didn't you just write an article about that?" -- Rachel, after watching a shopping cart fall over on top of Jared when we were fooling around.
When Jared gets really tired, he's more likely to do naughty things. Thus, he's more likely to end up sitting on the stairs for a while. Unfortunately, in this situation he gets cranky and unreasonable; it takes him a while to see that it was his own actions that put him on the stairs, not the actions of anyone else.
He generally blames me, however, for causing him to end up on the stairs. So he sits there, pissed off, admonishing me: "You're the Doodle-Dah!"
So, you heard it here first; I am the Doodle-Dah.
I was walking back to my desk after a meeting alongside one of the partners. Making chit-chat, I mentioned that I had to figure out what album to listen to next. He commented that I probably had a lot of different types of music, and I agreed. So when I had a free moment, I typed up a quick list of some of the genres represented in the more than 30GB of MP3 files I have on a little external hard drive and e-mailed it to him. I thought it might make an interesting post (at least, no more boring than any of my other posts), so here it is, along with some representative artists for each of the genres. I've also added links for some of the lesser known artists that you might want to follow up on.