We've had some lovely afternoons in San Francisco lately. Yesterday I was walking in Dolores Park about 7 p.m and was lucky enough to catch a rare moment when fog was forming directly over the park. During the summer, it's easy to get the impression that fog forms over the ocean and is then is blown inland. But in this case you can really see that ( Read more... )

This article completely steals from my idea of two years ago. Except the photos in my collection are vastly superior.

The 50 Greatest Mustaches in MLB History

So I'm now five months into parenthood and everything seems to be fine ... except for the fact that my daughter is turning into a pterodactyl ( Read more... )

The other morning I was enjoying some playtime with my three-month-old daughter. This is usually the time of day when she's happiest, and for a good half-hour she'd been doing nothing but smiling and letting out little squeals of delight. It was then that I decided it might be fun if I drew her a picture, figuring that she'd find the whole process ( Read more... )

When we left the hospital with the baby, we were given various booklets describing how to take care of a newborn. One of them was entitled "7 Secrets of Baby Behavior." My older sister visited today, and pointed out that changing the word "baby" to "woman" in the handout worked surprisingly well. (And yes, we both acknowledged that this is sexist, ( Read more... )

This is my question:

If I think my baby is cute, AND

Everyone who meets the baby says she looks like me, THEN

Does that make me a narcissist?

If my daughter had a diary ( Read more... )

Two years ago as I was helping clear out my mother's house, I found a box of old cassette tapes from my elementary/junior high school years. Most were unlabeled, but a few seemed interesting enough ("Jonathan's Hurricane Documentary," "Spring Band Concert 1984") that I brought the whole box back to San Francisco with the intention of listening ( Read more... )

Tonight is my daughter’s two week birthday. She arrived early in the morning on a Friday, as a slow rain fell on the streets of the Mission District. It’s an amazing thing to witness a birth, let alone your own child’s. In a matter of seconds the baby transforms from a sea creature to a land animal. She can pinpoint your voice and grab your ( Read more... )

A SAN FRANCISCO APARTMENT KITCHEN - EARLY EVENING ( Read more... )