Amazing what folks can build in their garage these days. A fellow in New Zealand built a cruise missile which is certainly interesting but not really useful unless you have a serious grudge. I prefer the 100 lbs thrust pulse jet which has links to instructions on how to attachit to your go kart.
We spent the day in Philadelphia today which is easier to get in and out of than NYC. Saw a children’s play at the Please Touch Museum and then caught a few laps of the USPRO Wachovia Classic cycling race.
Later in the evening, our little hamlet put on lessons in Square Dancing in the local commons – city hall brought in a “caller” from Pennsylvania to get things started and instruct everyone how to “dozzie-do” and we all had a great ol’ time. Our version of a summertime bon-odori.
It now seems like a distant memory but yes, we were in Hawaii a few weeks ago.
Just got back from a week’s holiday in Hawaii where we hooked up with Izumi’s parents. Absolutely wonderful break from the craziness of work. Swam every day with the kids and flew (and lost) a kite with Tyler. Tiki torches at twilight, tropical fish and dolphins at the hotel lagoon – will post pictures as soon as their developed.
Easter at the Murtlands. Young Harriet and Julia look on like two Victorian matrons while Tyler compares his harvest.
I know exactly what to get Tyler for his next birthday . . .
“Daddy is not a jungle gym!” I should know better than to play Medeski, Martin & Wood just before bedtime. The kids were all dancing to the funky groove and before I knew it, climbing all over me. It took awhile to calm them down for bed – too much fun!
The resemblance of my daughter to my sister is striking.
A banner weekend for weather which we took advantage of by heading out early to get a table at our favorite Cafe at Rosemont where we met up with our friends and their kids. After a Papaya & Brie omlet and other goodies, we spend a lazy afternoon in New Hope and Lambertville skipping stones in the canal and riding the New Hope & Ivyland Railroad
Tyler & Ken-chan hamming it up for the cameraman. Everyone had a great time.
Thanks be to the Gods of the Internet! After trawling various chat rooms a kind soul named Lydia offered to tape us the final episodes for us so we can save ourselves the embarassment of admitting to Motoko that we can’t operate a VCR. Since submitting my email address to these X-File chatrooms, my spam profile has taken an interesting turn,
I now get an entertaining mix of offers for miniture shotgun mikes and infrared cameras. . .