time…time…time

26Oct08

It ticks away so slowly that you can trick yourself into thinking that it’s not moving at all. Like now. The apartment is quiet. The sun has filled the living room and makes the bouncy seat, the car seat, the Max high chair, the busted Eames chairs and the gazillion toys and [...]

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a rose by any other name…stinks like the moth balls and bad breath it’s trying to cover up

19Oct08

If they could just make a blended version of Finding Nemo and Cars, I wouldn’t have to keep track of where each DVD is all the time. They’re never where I think they are and Max somehow wants the one that I don’t have 90% of the time.
Max’s third and fourth parent [...]

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cow shoes

02Oct08

HO? maun.
Max is banging on the window in his bedroom and yelling at the brownstone repair crew knocking on the building right outside. They’re standing on decrepit wood planks that are shoved through the scaffolding struts like pick up sticks skewed at all angles. “Hello Man” you’re loud and obnoxious, is Max’s complete [...]

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