I’m certain about few things in life but among them, seeing old friends from grad school later tonight, and their kids, will be worth waking up at zero dark thirty for the pre-dawn flight out of town.
Elections are about building consensus, not necessarily winning over enemies. Off I go to my polling location. ☕️🗳️
I’m still reading through the comments from my manuscript review two weeks ago. So much insight from the reviewers—more than I can get into the revised manuscript. I’m grateful for the experience. Oh, and we’re on cup two this morning, likely not slowing down this morning. ☕️
Sometimes weekends are an echo of the weekdays. Pre-dawn and the kids are up. Thankfully, there’s always coffee. ☕️
Next up, a book I started before the pandemic and put down during it. Now I have time to give it my proper attention. The Librarian by Mikhail Elizarov 📚
As much as I want to exempt myself from yard work this morning, it’s gotta get done.
Deep admiration for my wife who is at her third pediatric appointment this week (twice alone) to test the kiddos for strep. (A second positive test for a kiddo, that’s three counting her last weekend.)
🗞️ Professors and academics will stay on Twitter—for now
Mostly confirms my priors the network effects will keep most of academe on Twitter.
I’m waiting for Apple to give the iPhone Pro a USB-C port before I upgrade, but man the new camera is bonkers.
“As a born-and-bred Californian, I naturally think of RTOR as God’s will.”
Kevin Drum, “Right Turn on Red” is California’s gift to the nation
As a born-and-bred Californian, I naturally think Drum is correct.
First the wife, now one of the kids is down with strep. If another one goes down, I might be eligible for my medical license.
Taylor Swift, Straussian
Pre-dawn coffee in peace and quiet is an underrated joy, especially when the kids are still sleeping. Happy feast of All Souls to everyone.
The figure on Wednesday’s powerball is getting absurd.
And we’re off marauding for candy. 📷
Let’s just say the baby is uninterested in the games her brothers seem obsessed with.
Last weekend we had pozole at the church festival. 📷
My kid loves dramatic effect.
But… he approves.
We had an eventful weekend. 📷
Welp. I can cross off waiting for the police to arrive to give a report after being harassed by someone—under age, college kid maybe?—to buy alcohol off my bucket list. (Not that it was on the bucket list to begin with.)
Not only did I kinda my Padres beating the Dodgers because I was hosting a manuscript workshop, I also missed the Vols beating Alabama. What a day! 🏈
Ladies and gentlemen, Seven years old. 📷
