"To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something. Not to be onto something is to be in despair." - Walker Percy, The Moviegoer
x-posted at the old blog
I don’t know why, but every child must learn to tell a knock knock joke. I think that it must be a prerequisite for reading. This is Olivia’s:
Mom: Say, “knock knock.”
Liv: Knock knock.
Other family member: Who’s there?
Liv: Radio not…
Mom: Wait! Say, “Radio.”
Liv: Radio.
Other family member: Radio who?
Liv: (30 seconds of silence)
Mom: (elevated eyebrows of encouragement)
Liv: Radio not! Here I come!
Everyone: (exaggerated giggling)
Joe Bagaent–a fantastic left-wing writer whom I always enjoy but rarely agree with–has an interesting theory on the rise of religious fundamentalism and its relationship with the right in America (emphasis added):
The primary…
Follow this link to see Molly and I cross the finish line.
OK, I’ll stop talking about the Marathon now. 
Rob told you all that I could have done it in 4:20, but that was because the first half of the course is 100 times easier than the second half. You literally run down hill…
Finished!
Well, there are only 2 days left. TWO DAYS LEFT!!!! On Saturday morning, before the sun rises I will be up and ready to…
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December 8, 2006 at 10:37 am
Dan at Necessary Roughness
My daughter’s version.
Knock Knock.
Who’s there.
Boris.
Boris, who?
Boris shut!
You mean, Doris shut!
December 13, 2006 at 12:18 am
TulipGirl
*giggle*