Why is Pink Eye so terrifying? #twinfants

Why is Pink Eye so terrifying?As we start dealing with having the #twinfants in daycare, the subject of Pink Eye came up, because one day @hawkmetta woke up with an eye that was red and itchy. We brought him to the doctor who said "he just got a bit of his cold in his eye." Apparently, grown-ups don't normally rub their snot into their eyes– which is nice. We called the day care who said "a mild cold is...

Comments Provided by Google+

Comments have been turned off on my blogs for months, and I’ve been happy with the result. Gone were both the SPAM comments and the less than useful comments. There is a full discussion of my reasoning in a Google+ post, should anyone be interested. Recently, I learned that one could add embedded Google+ Comments on any page. Naturally, this appeals to me since I send my users to G+ to comment anyway. This...

Went out to visit @hawkmetta and @ceciliathered at daycare for lunch.

Went out to visit @hawkmetta and @ceciliathered at daycare for lunch. Absolute nightmare. I expected it to be bad, but this was so much worse than I ever imagined.Hawk was sleeping alone in a pack-n-play. Alone! In a pack-n-play!! He would never take a nap at home without +Jessica Metta sitting next to him, on the futon, holding a pacifier in his mouth. Yet there he is, just acting like nothing's the matter,...

Farewell, Uncle.

Farewell, Uncle. I began with you.#glorious Posted at April 23, 2013 at 02:43AM on...

The creatures have returned.

The creatures have returned. #glorious Posted at April 20, 2013 at 11:41AM on...

Pain, Uncertainty, And Bodily Fluids

Before we start, let’s alleviate your fears: This yellow liquid is not the bodily fluid that you are currently thinking about. So don’t worry, everything is safe. This is simply water with food coloring in it. Unfortunately for me, that is much, much worse. The Twinge Back in the last days of January, I got a small twinge in my left knee. I noticed it while I was sleeping: a sharp pain on the side of my...

I do so love Google Now. #android #scary

I do so love Google Now. I love its personalized search capability and its very context sensitive information display in my #android notifications window. It's great swiping down and seeing a travel time and optional directions to a place I've just searched for, or searIt's rather funny that at certain timIt's rather funny that at certain times of the day, it'll tell me the time to get to work...

Here’s a sweet view from the driver’s seat.

Here's a sweet view from the driver's seat. A picture I snapped while pushing our stroller on a walk this evening. It's a pretty common, and completely heartbreaking, sight. Lately, whenever @ceciliathered (brown) and @hawkmetta are next to one another (which, let's face it, is "always") Cecilia hold out her hand and Hawk takes it. At first, I thought it was just them flailing around, since...

I’m now autoposting from Google+ to my blog. #glorious

I'm now autoposting from Google+ to my blog. I needed to do a bit of JavaScript coding to get into the groove before breaking local code, so I took an existing Google+ RSS feed program written in Node and upgraded it for full text, smarter titles, hash tags and some other goodies and pushed it to plusrss.metta.me. Then I created a recipe on ifttt.com to grab the feed and post anything with the #glorious ...

Retry: I haven’t done a #babytweet in a while. #glorious

Retry: I haven’t done a #babytweet in a while. Here’s a funny picture of the kids in their highchairs.@ceciliathered’s face is pretty funny. #glorious from Google + on April 09, 2013 at...

A letter to my nephew

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There will be blood

This is a story written for my wonderful sister-in-law, who recently wrote a post about giving stickers to her toddler’s classmates as an Easter gift. To her, the point of the post was actually about succeeding in giving the gifts, to me, it was a story of destruction and death. The story struck me as horrifying, because I have a specific memory of being a very small child that relates directly to the subject...

To Dress Is Human

Roughly one hundred million years ago, I took Jessica to Paris for the entire month of April to celebrate her 30th birthday. It was a magical trip in many ways, but lately, one aspect stands out in particular: Dress. In Paris, we dressed. I don’t mean that in the sense that we covered our bodies in cloth, for surely– despite anything you may have heard– everyone did that in Paris. No, I mean that we spent...

Ponderous Consideration of Words

The Made Up Holiday

Today, Google’s doodle is an homage to Valentine’s Day. It’s cute. There are two ferris wheels1 carrying random animals falling in love. There’s a horse and a tiger watching the moon, hoof in paw, and an octopus and a bear going out for sushi and realizing that, uh, that’s not so fun for the octopus. I like Valentine’s Day. It’s a reminder that even though we have differing...

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My Precious

Ingress: The Culture of Game Dynamics

For the last few months, I’ve been playing Google’s massively multi-player game called Ingress and, though it’s something of a niche topic and superficially unrelated to my normal writing, wanted to write on my thoughts about a specific aspect that is troubling me. Background For those who are unfamiliar (those who are familiar can skip down to “Culture and Nomenclature”), Ingress is a...

A Month Of Letters

This month, I am participating in A Month Of Letters. It is a NaNoWriMo-like event where the challenge is to mail one letter every business day of the month. The interesting thing about this is that I started it before I’d ever heard of it. I started writing letters like mad a couple weeks ago1 due to my new found love of fountain pens and my re-discovery of the blissful joy of writing by hand,2 I had decided...

When was my last post?

This was the question i just got. My answer? Now.

The Journey, Part III, The Rock

This entry is part 4 of 4 in the series Found WritingsThis is the third part to my epic poem. As I’ve been leaving through things, I realized that this was originally the conclusion– written sometime during the later half of my senior year of high school. It was meant to complete a trilogy. By some point in the spring of my senior year, I had probably 20-30 more pages. Not sure what happened there, but the...

My Life

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The Journey, Part II: The Tree

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series Found WritingsThe second part to the epic poem penned by the young High School John. As with The River, some minor editing1 and even some discussion notes at the bottom! The Tree The Tree spoke to me, Laughing in its language Of leaves and of hopes. And although I did not Understand her words I knew that what she said was true.   The birds, perched on her Thoughts and...

The Journey, Part I: The River

This entry is part 2 of 4 in the series Found WritingsThis is the first part to a sweeping epic poem that I wrote, re-wrote, and re-re-wrote over the course of maybe four starting between my junior and senior year of high school. I thought it’d be fun to post a few of them.1 I’ve got about seven versions of this in various states of editing. I’ve tried to post it as close to the “original...

Found Writings

This entry is part 1 of 4 in the series Found WritingsRecently, I was going through a stack of old papers that I’ve been holding on to and found something truly special. My “Collection of Previously Unpublished Poetry,” which I had written during high school and just after. Now, the special thing about this is that I had not, in fact, published any poetry. Thus, a “collection of previously...