• Out comes Conner.

    Touching off a flurry of excitement in our little sphere of influence, Conner joined the rest of us out here in the real world on Monday. My first instinct was to compare this experience of seeing a new baby, newly arrived in this world, with my last. I have determined that there is no comparing the two. Each experience is unique, and no less special. One good thing though, I didn’t have to loose any sleep this time. Anyway, here I sit in the seventh floor solarium, hoping that I’m not imposing on the new parents, and enjoying being so near such a wonderful event.

  • How do they do it?

    When I watch a movie I consider “good”, I am moved. I am moved to believe I am capable of greater things. I am moved to believe that life has a greater meaning that we tend to take for granted. Afterwards, I sometimes feel emotionally spent. Other times I feel emotionally charged. But most of all, I come away from the movie somewhat changed since going in. Sure, the change is mostly fleeting. But what kind of charge folks must get, knowing that they have created such a thing, a thing that can make an impression on so many people. I have just watched such a movie. It wasn’t the best movie I have seen, but it was above average. I won’t tell you which one it was; you’ll disagree and I’ll have lost all credibility – if I haven’t’ already (assuming I had any to begin with).

  • Is there something wrong?

    What’s the deal? Its only four weeks to Halloween and I haven’t seen any Christmas decorations in the stores yet. Maybe I just don’t get out enough.