Question 255 of 365: Are we ready for our children to grow up?
Universally and unequivocally, no. Posted via email from The Throughput
Universally and unequivocally, no. Posted via email from The Throughput
I no longer have the capacity to wait. Whenever I am in a line or waiting for others to meet with me, I have to get out my phone or iPad and start clicking away. Even when I have neither device, I fiddle with the pen in my pocket and …
I used to record music in my dorm room. I would hook up a microphone to my laptop and start to play my guitar. I tried to do this when my roommate wasn’t there, but when he was I took it into the laundry room on the floor. Odly enough, …
I think that most of us are pretty used to making lists by now. We all do it quite well. Whether it is for things we need to do or simply the mental list of favorite times of the day, we make lists because it is natural to do so. …
Each piece of an arch is needed in order to support the structure. More than that, each one must be placed in tension with one another. The small pieces must be held up as it is being constructed so that both sides of the arch stay standing until the single …
I can see now that everything is clouded by our own vision. We don’t perceive things as they are, but as we think they are. We see our situation in terms of us, and not in terms of everything that surrounds us. It isn’t fair. Today, I attended multiple events …
Nearly every night I throw my son’s diapers into the wash. They are gDiapers, which are kind of like the hybrid of the diaper industry. They are machine washable, but allow for disposable inserts. I take apart the liners and seal up the outer casing before starting the high heat, …
Walking around the streets of Chicago at night with two small children can be a harrowing experience. At the very least, it can be an education. For the most part I do not buy into Stranger Danger. For the most part, I trust those who are around me to be …
As far as I can tell, it is one of the only truly respectable and meaningful things I have done with my life. Not that it is worthy of respect on its own, but rather that it means something to everyone. Whether holding good or bad memories, hopeful or unfortunate …
Some slow, some fast: we are all going somewhere different in the same vehicle. Posted via email from The Throughput