I’ve had two wonderful additions to my life so far this year — my 10-day old baby Finn and (admittedly in a distant second), a top-shelf but second-hand road bike I named Ace Wheelie. I bought the second because I am riding in the MS150 at the end of this month (frighteningly soon). I have never done one of these butt-kicking organized rides before, but I was inspired to join the event this year after a close friend, Justinian, was suddenly afflicted with MS. He is a wonderful, caring, generous and healthy guy (save perhaps for a near addiction to beer).
He is inspiringly brave and optimistic about his condition. He said the disease has so far been mainly an annoyance, with some mild flare-ups. However, he has a baby on the way, and I want the baby to be able to enjoy Justinian’s active and free spirit for many, many years. Please help me provide support for Justinian, another dear friend’s mother and all the other people who struggle with MS. Justinian has benefited from the support of the Colorado MS Society, and he could seriously benefit from ongoing research funded by the MS Society.
Please click here to donate to the Colorado MS 150 ride. Any amount helps, and if you have already contributed, thank you.
While you consider what amount to donate, look at these photos of Finn. And here is what I should be doing right now instead of blogging at 4 a.m.
I would have been really annoyed if I had wasted six years watching Lost. As it was, we busted through it in less than two years (mostly helping the time pass during many indoor winter workouts). I increasingly didn’t care about the story as time went on, but I still had to see it through. I was just really annoyed by the ending (and disappointed that they didn’t kill off Kate long before the end of the show). I liked this snarky summary of the last episode more than the actual show.
“Friday Night Lights” is almost a spinoff at this point, having moved on to several new characters and a new school, but it is still full of great writing and good acting. This is one of the most moving and well-written hours of television I have seen.
“Adventureland” is a sweet but forgettable movie about life and love among an amusement park crew. I thought it would be funnier. Turns out that the only funny characters are the park managers, who provide over-the-top and out-of-place comic relief. Also, I liked Jesse Eisenberg but sorry guy, Michael Cera has the market cornered on dorky, sweet virgins. To be fair, Cera is 22 but looks 16, so I’m not sure he could actually play a believable 22 year old.
“Dreamgirls” was a good story with good musical performances, but did it really need the extra musical scenes that advance the plot through song and have everyone spontaneously bursting into song? If I want that shit, I’ll watch a Björk video:
Naming your child after a mythical giant (the Irish Finn McCool) may doom you to a big, hard-to-deliver baby.
My baby is tougher about shots than I am. He has been poked a couple of times, and hasn’t really cried about it.
Newborns seem more interesting when they are yours.
Some babies are born with teeth (but not ours, to Christine’s relief).
I still don’t really feel like a grownup, despite having started to care for my own child.
Food comas come on instantly after eating in the first days of life.
Skin-to-skin time with your new baby is about the coolest thing ever.
Our baby kind of looks like Luke Skywalker in his hospital T-shirt (Episode 4, on Tattooine.
“Another Brick in the Wall, Part Two,” the most recognizable single from one of the biggest-selling albums in history wasn’t getting any LA radio airplay before the string of famed theatrical “Wall” shows in the city. Then a handful of freelance radio promoters basically bribed radio stations to play the song. I know, this has nothing to do with babies, but I’m reading a music industry book in my brief breaks from staring at Finn and changing his diaper.