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One of my conservative friends recently spoke out in defense of torture.  This shouldn't even be a subject of conversation among civilized people and the fact that talking heads on Fox News think this is up for discussion just shows how much they've lost touch.  But in case you need convincing, here's my argument.

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First of all, it's not "Dude."  It's Little Dude, His Dudeness, the Dudester, or El Duderito if you're not into that whole brevity thing.

Baby pictures are up.

Thank you for your patience.

Brit Milah:

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Sami's visit:

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Visit to San Diego:

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Around the house:

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I'm a cereal reader.

I was introduced to this term by my LSAT tutor.  It means a person who can't sit still long enough to even eat a bowl of cereal, without some sort of external stimulus.  So I'll read the cereal box, carton of milk, whatever is within reach.

Lately I've been feeding Nathan a lot, an activity which entails sitting there with nothing to do and both hands full for 15-20 minutes (including burping).  My solution: watch TV.  I've already made it through the first five seasons of Star Trek: The Next Generation, plus caught up on several new shows which deserve mentioning.

We just got back from a long weekend visiting Yelena's folks in San Diego.

At 4 in the morning, I was in bed, fighting rage. I couldn’t stop thinking about that device’s tarty little face and those yapping “apps” you can download for it. The whole iPhone enterprise seemed to require so much attention, organization, explanation, praise, electricity. I know — I know: in the morning, Apple’s latest miracle machine would fill my palm with meaning and magic. So why couldn’t I contain my annoyance? I had no new-thing excitement. It dawned on me: I hated my iPhone.