Whatever else you can say about Third Son (who threw a bunch of bill payments that The Wife had left on the bureau into the trash on the same day we found out about his dump truck expenses), he’s got charm. When he trots into the room waving a stuffed bunny in front of him and says, “See? Godzilla-bunny!” and then roars…charm.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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kid charms, kid survives. natural selection at work.
My wife always says of our 2-year-old boy, “He’s lucky he’s cute.”
man, he sounds like a terror to me–the teen years are gonna be a blast at your house.
He’s not a terror! He’s lovely!
Yes, Smokee, a lovely terror. We are already beginning to refer to the teen years as Lockdown at Widow’s Haven. And not just for Third Son.
Let’s be honest…Cute is power.