We spent Sunday at Disneyland, partaking in a lot of wandering around, standing in line, getting a sore neck, and having a magical day despite it all. This is our day at the Exhausting-est Place on Earth.
My good friend Sarah is an awesome photographer. You may have seen some of her work on my Flickr site. Which ones are hers? The good ones. She spent a couple hours this weekend with me and Marcus at the park as we did our "boys causing a ruckus" thing. Got some fun pics!
My crazy, busy, kick-ass life would not be the same without my rockin’ dog Krypto. Although he only makes a cameo here or there in this blog, he has never once complained, graciously giving up the spotlight to his packmate Marcus. Well, today is this dog’s day on the internet. The following post is an ode to my four legged buddy.
A photo essay of our 9-hour Thanksgiving trek from Los Angeles to Santa Rosa (all the way up in wine country) to spend quality time with relatives, enjoy ungodly amounts of food and grant a needy family of turtles the home of their dreams.
It’s illegal to yell “Fire!” in a movie theater, but what about inciting a popular uprising? I guess that’s ok, because Amnesty International hasn’t added Marcus “Fury” Lin to their roster of political prisoners to campaign for. But I’m afraid this episode only inched my son another step closer toward a coveted spot on the CIA watch list for future political rabble rousers.
"Music hath charms to soothe a savage beast" but music lessons hath potential to thoroughly bore the average child. There's no doubt that music lessons can enhance a child's cognitive and creative abilities. Just make sure you don't drive the kid nuts with all that enhancing.
There’s nothing like catching a live band in a rowdy bar. Bikers, beer and … kids? Yup, if my son gets picked up by the law on the day of his junior high graduation for starting a bar fight, I can look back on this day as the tipping point. Video clip.