I should put this in my links section, but I'm a little lazy today (or busy.) Red Wine Haikus. By the way, Lane mentions at this site his first exposure to red wine was drinking with the dishwashers in summer camp where he was a waiter. Mine too, and same camp. Probably same dishwashers. I still remember the vintage: Tuesday.

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Sorry I haven't been posting more. I guess politics is boring me, and I figure my personal life would bore you. Something about Kim Jong Il makes me think "little dickens" every time he does something. I don't know why. And the more I see of Condi Rice, the less I like her.

The kid is great, a little wondrous angel. I read this yesterday in Malcolm Gladwell's Blink (he's the guy who wrote The Tipping Point, which became 2003's ubiquitous buzz word):

"If you were to approach a one-year-old child who sits playing on the floor and do something a little bit puzzling, such as cupping your hands over hers, the child would immediately look up into your eyes. Why? Because what you have done requires explanation, and the child knows that she can find an answer on your face."

She isn't a year old yet, but that's where our daughter is at now. Those searching looks as she gazes into your eyes, such intensity furrowed into her tiny adorable brow, such trust as she lies on my chest, grabbing onto my hair so she can get a fix on me, its just unfathomably rewarding. She vocalizes a lot-- cooing, gurgling, nonsense syllables (I guess they call it "baby talk") but no actual talking yet, but I know she understands things, and I can talk to her about certain things and she understands (two things I know she understands: "Baby want bottie?" and "Play with toys?") I love her more every day.

See? Boring.