Hyperbole(n.) An exaggeration or extravagant statement used as a figure of speech(Untitled)- August 21, 2003 I'm switching blogs. Salon has been a catastrophe this week, and coupled with the incredible customer service fiasco that I dealt with when my computer crashed in July, I've had it. Moving to blogger. Please follow me there to read. There's some simple stuff there now, but more tomorrow, and back in the full swing of things then. The address is: http:morehyperbole.blogspot.comhttp://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/21.html#a42 (Untitled)- August 21, 2003 Is this going to posthttp://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/21.html#a41 (Untitled)- August 19, 2003 I may switch blog services. I'm looking into it.http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/19.html#a40 (Untitled)- August 19, 2003 Sorry for silence for so long--Salon blogs was in serious trouble for a while there and hardly anybody had anything posted. I wrote the below a few days ago.http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/19.html#a39 (Untitled)- August 18, 2003 Ruminations on children... ---Mercedes is alternating between charming the pants off of me and driving me utterly insane. She&146;s an incredibly curious child, with advanced verbal skills, and she&146;s been utilizing them to full effect. Particularly to delay naptime or bedtime. I can remember reading somewhere that the average four year old asks like 350 questions per day. Mercedes has got to be close to that now. It's cool most of the time. Not always. If I have the following...http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/18.html#a37 (Untitled)- August 13, 2003 I'm back. We arrived from Provence in the south of France after a twelve hour trip yesterday morning at 3 AM. Then, at 9 AM, the movers showed up with all of our belongings. So that was not the greatest timing, since we were tired, still packed from a week in Provence, and exhausted, but c'est la vie. Now we have our stuff, and our house is a disaster zone. I won't be writing a travelogue, per se, because I don't take enough notes while on the road to do that. And I want to write about other...http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/13.html#a36 (Untitled)- August 4, 2003 This is likely to be my last post for a week. We're leaving tonight at 3AM (yes!) on a flight to Marseille. Melissa's cousin is getting married in Provence. I don't know if there will be internet access, but I assume not. We'll see. It all sounds very decadent, but frankly if you gave me a choice between further international travel with the girls or having a painkiller-free root canal while being kicked repeatedly in the nuts by The Rock, it might be a tossup.http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/04.html#a35 (Untitled)- August 3, 2003 I am moving down the road of gadgetheadedness. I&146;m not a real gadgethead, and I doubt I ever would be, at least until my career changes; simply put, &147;stay at home dad&148; isn&146;t a career that calls for advanced technology. But ever since I bought the iPOD a few weeks ago, I am fixated on all the accessories associated with it, as well as computer related stuff in general. Now I&146;m convinced I need a new digital camera (true), a new laptop (not quite true, but I wish), a...http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/03.html#a34 (Untitled)- August 1, 2003 The following essay is something that I wrote a while back and had put on the previous incarnation of Hyperbole, so you may have read it before if you've been around for a while. I wanted to change it around, however, in light of recent events, so I edited it and thought I'd put it back up. The Ex-Factor They say that divorce rates are sky-high in our country--over fifty percent of marriages end before death does them part. That seems low to me; my extended family alone constitutes..http://blogs.salon.com/0001703/2003/08/01.html#a33 |