My ten-year-old daughter had a bad day and wanted to vent about it. We ad-libbed a blues song.
My ten-year-old daughter had a bad day and wanted to vent about it. We ad-libbed a blues song.
Observations from reviewing 11 years of sporadic personal blogging.
A song about monster trucks.
Go to sleep my baby. My political lullaby, conceived in 2013, relevant today. Listen to the song on SoundCloud.
Everyone and everything is going to die unless a ragtag band of misfits can stop it. These heroes: Republicans.
I won a television in a contest that I did not know I had entered.
I’ve started to entertain girl at an Antananarivo pizzeria by drawing pictures on my tablet.
I brought my ukulele to the Royal Palace of Antananarivo. The tour guides and souvenir hawkers were curious to hear it and play it. So I let them.
A road trip across the western United States simultaneously following my antipodes across the Indian Ocean. Also: peach Jolly Rancher candy.
“The Princess with a Penchant for Whining” is more like it.
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