Year 5, Day 363

The callous, embittered phrase "back in my day" is as pervasive as it is eyeroll-inducing. Tell me you're an old man without telling me you're an old man. Live long enough, and you will inevitably utter it*; especially now, when the development of new technologies has made such an experience gap possible for even the … Continue reading Year 5, Day 363 →

Year 5, Day 283

While we were getting ready for bed tonight (or, as I like to call it, "avoiding brushing his teeth"), Miles decided to quiz me on some music. "Who sings this?" He started, "Happiness is magic..." "Hmm," I said. I knew the song, but couldn't quite place it. "I'm not sure." "You know!" Miles said, as … Continue reading Year 5, Day 283 →