The first blog I ever read was by a (then) co-worker of G's a few years ago. He decided to quit to tour with his band Harry and the Potters and in his resignation e-mail indicated he had started a hot dog blog. I remembered it today and checked and--sure enough!--he's still going strong three+ years later. Somehow it just made my day.
You've gotta love a guy who quits a job at a biotech to pursue his dreams of sorcerer-themed rock who waxes poetic (and rates!) his hot dog culinary experiences. Proof that there's something for everyone in this newfangled dohicky we call the blogosphere.
For 100 days, Stefan Bucher drew a monster every day and posted the video of its creation to his blog, encouraging commenters to make up a story about the monster. I caught up with Daily Monster on about day 85 so I feel a little cheated to lose it so soon. But you can see all of the archives at his website. Enjoy!
I empathize with Ms. PacMan. Here's why: I have three children and normally I truly enjoy being with them, even when I'm treated like their personal concierge or when I can't do anything right ( I unforgivably cut the sandwich in the wrong direction or when L reminds me I can't seem to remember two things) . But there are times, people. Times. I just need a few minutes. Alone. Bathroom time doesn't count. And these are the times when I seem to be sought out with extraordinary zeal. They seem to have a "Mom-unavailability-radar" that activates as soon as I open a book or start an e-mail. So you'll understand why I love this video.
All I can say is, you can run but you can't hide. Eventually they find you.
I came across this blog a few days ago and am enchanted by the idea of two friends posting morning photos to each other each day, 3191 miles away. And there's something peaceful and magical and right about these sunshine-laden snapshots. It's inspired me to linger a little longer each morning and enjoy those moments before the chaos and to-do lists take over.