Took the kids to a playground in Les Halles today. Saint Eustache loomed over it, and there were very large and ominous ravens everywhere, staring at people and snatching baked goods. Extremely Goth playground experience
I wonder how often they have to tell people that they can’t get a judge to order adult children to like Facebook politics posts
Nou Phone Voo Dees
If my daughters (assuming they identify as daughters when they’re older) don’t date people who *I* am intimated by because they’re way cooler than me, I’ll consider myself a failure as a dad
Ok here we go. Vampire Weekend mentions Peter Gabriel in “Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa, “Henry Hudson” in “Hudson” (naturalized Englishman), and the Stones in “Ya Hey”
Craig Finn - “raise a toast to Saint Joe Strummer,” and there’s got to be at least one more somewhere in there
Got my Wisconsin absentee ballot, now to consult the worm that lives in my brain about the issues that matter to him
Made sole meunière with sole that we got from the Norman guy who brings it in to the street market by us. He cut filets from a whole fish and hosed it down in front of us. He didn’t actually have a cigarette dangling from his lip while he did it, but spiritually it felt like he should’ve.
Every time Margot, the 3YO, sees a McDonalds (which is pretty often, both in Madison and Paris) she happily shouts “M for Margot!” So if anyone is interested in my fast food based system for learning to read, you can get in on the ground floor