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Shock and Awwwwwww Walking in public with Lydia strapped to my chest is now like walking around town with a small fusion reactor hooked to my shirt. Or a million-candlepower spotlight, or a small sun, shooting dazzling rays in every direction. Kate and I walked out with her Friday night; it was cool, so Lydia…

I’m, like, totally in the “Circuits” section of the NY Times today: Now Playing, a Digital Brigadoon I’m most of the way down the first article page. Hot damn, something new to put into The Humility Machine! Someday, I will be one percent as cool as this guy.

My mom was always careful to point out to me that learning a new skill required a lot of careful, patient, and sometimes tedious investment before it started paying off in fun and enjoyment. The example I remember her using was fencing: looks fun, but it takes years of careful, repetitive drilling before it’s really…

It’s a super-busy season! I took Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off of work, and spent them ripping up carpet, rolling it up, and throwing it in the 20-yard dumpster in front of the new house. Which is a dirty job, but the house looks much better now. We’ve got three and a half weeks to…

Kate finished the baby sweater she’s been making for Lydia last night. It’s brownish-gray and cabled, and to my inexpert eye looks like she’s just made a freaking Faberge egg or something. I mean, seriously, look at the freaking cables! (You can click to zoom.) I’m not surprised that so many knitters are computer-geeks and…

The RetroPod is busy conquering the tech-blog world, with links on gizmodo and boingboing. It’s fun to watch the site get reviewed in German and (I think) Finnish. Which all seems pretty important until you get home and put your daughter in the bouncy sling for the first time. She’s so big! Holy cow! Kate’s…

My friends Consuelo and Oraia consented to model in Madison Square Park yesterday for some Retropod product shots. I really wanted the Retropod on a punk-rock leather belt, and they delivered! I also wanted a couple of postcard shots, with kind of a Billy Idol plus Richard Cheese thing. Again, C&O fired on all eight…

I’m posting this blog entry as I’m riding west on 27th street, in the back of a Manhattan Rickshaw Pedicab. My driver’s name is Trevor; I made an arrangement with him to pick me up at precisely 4:39 and take me to Penn station. Man, it was everything I could have hoped for. Trevor had…

I’ve got a handful of Gmail invitations to give away. Earlier this morning, I went to Gmail swap and traded an address to a fellow who promised, in return, to change his hamster’s name to a name of my choosing. I have chosen the name “Imprimatur”, so that I can give cryptic answers later on…