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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.

Since high school I've maintained a collection of famous quotes.  It's the same reason I'm so into photography; when I see something beautiful, I want to hold on to it forever.  If it's an image, I take a picture.  If it's a beautiful phrase, I write it down.

I've kept this collection on my computer and have only shared it with a few people over the years.  I finally decided to put it online.  You can thank Ben Jonas and James Joyce.