Checking in

I know in theory I should have a lot more time to do this bloggy thing, but newborns are tiring, even when they're generally angelic. I have been watching movies and TV and knitting and doing things of that sort. I just haven't been writing about it. Also, some computer issues that may preclude regular blogging a while longer.

I should point out, however, that you should probably be watching Bravo's Work of Art, not least because it featured people talking very seriously about two concrete anuses that featured in one sculpture and referring, with no hint of humor, to "the buttholes." Thank you, television!

Also, I learned from Top Chef that, when someone says "shitballs," you only have to bleep the first half of it.

Flagpole column is back, as is that associated blog (for which I get paid), and I may have a project upcoming with Artist Direct about which more later if it pans out.

I have spent far more time ogling this cute face than using my brain, although I am curious if being a parent ever becomes real and normal-feeling or if you continue constantly to have a kind of out-of-body experience for the rest of your life, looking at this critter that you made and not really believing it.