Last night, my son, recovering from food poisoning, was playing bass in a jazz concert, when his fixed glasses broke again during a very difficult piece. He put the two halves on his music stand and played from memory, brilliantly, including a solo for the final Pat Metheny song, which he nailed.

Today, I'm playing The Replacements Let It Be because I'm am old enough to know that this is where so much of the music of the last 30 years has come from—actually, 40 years. Damn.

Maybe I write a coming of age novel about a person in their mid-40s.

Because of a group text with my old college friends, I am now listening to Firehose this morning as I prep for classes.

The correct response, I believe, to all this I-thought-I-was-a-doctor stuff is "physician heal thyself."

Vatican City is the setting for that new Frank Miller noir graphic novel, right?

Working on a new song and put Artemis II into the fourth verse.

My wife says the splashdown has the aesthetic feels of the 60s Batman. She is right, and I love it.

Houston, can you hear me now?

Filling up the gas tank

My kid is officially a rock star. Last night he and his band played to a crowd of 1500+ in another town at another university, and they tore it up. What a parent gets to see is this lead guitar playing man and the tiny baby he once was in the same glance.

I am a Jesuit-educated person, descended from Jesuit-educated people, and I know Pope Leo is Augustinian, but my Jesuit self is nodding almost constantly these days.

Today, I saw the daytime moon hovering in the blue sky above a donut shop, and I realized that the Artemis II crew was also out there, in the vicinity. It gave me the most wonderful feeling.

My son is scoring a student film, and...he's really good at it. His storytelling sense is strong.

I used to kind of love computers.

Anxiety waits until I am just waking up, then it hijacks my natural cortisol curve by injecting catastrophic thinking into my drowsy self like some kind of hormone junky.

What if we are all always already teleporting to Waffle Houses?

I gave up candy for lent, and I feel a lot better for having less sugar, but also...what about all those jelly beans and Cadbury mini eggs in the cupboard?

As the former curriculum director of an outdoor environmental education program in Washington and someone who had an NPS grant to take college student outdoors, I couldn't agree more.

In this year of our Lord 2026, nobody has the bandwidth today for internet clowning.

I told my youngest yesterday that I understand how he uses shows and video games to recharge after lots of taxing social interaction, but he needs to get the correct dosage. We'll see how that goes.

The final book in my contemporary literature course is The Antidote by Karen Russell, and it's fabulous. This is a class where I research out the books I assign pretty deeply, then I read them alongside my students. We discover them together. I love this way of teaching.

14yo scats to himself at bedtime. We have raised another one correctly.

A couple of very good dogs at the grocery store.

The young woman stage-managing my son's recital sat backstage, reading The Brothers Karamozov.

Okay, tonight's the night! My kid's junior recital. He's playing "Black Hole Sun" "Blue in Green" some Beatles, "Lenny" by SRV, an original he wrote with me his sister's boyfriend, and "Sultans of Swing." I'm playing with him on the last two. This is peak proud dad day for me. Wish us luck.

It makes all the sense in the world to allow the people using any tool to have a say in now that tool is being used.

Last night before bed I played the last song on each of Dire Straits's studio albums, and it was amazing.

I might be in love with the call screening feature of IOS 26.

Every writer is so pissed right now they didn't think up some guy who thinks he has teleported to a Waffle House.

A friend invited me to an Eid celebration this morning. I am so happy that he reached out.

These Oreo Double Stufs are at best 1.6 Stufs.

Desk lunch of grocery store Spicy California Roll and Dr. Pepper Zero—I believe I've hit peak middle age energy.

For months, I had been stumped on the climax sequence for my novel revision, then the solution came to me all at once, like water from a burst dam caroming down a canyon. I must remember it can happen like that.

I regularly think about how Bill Adama kept Galactica hard wired, which is how they survived the first Cylon attacks that wiped out nearly everyone.

A "Sorcerer's Apprentice" for our age.

My son has a gig this weekend, and he told me his band will be covering Black Sabbath's "War Pigs." This is how my kid speaks to the world.

I want to write "Cylon" across all the AI slop handed to me, then hand it back.

Europeans when asked to help unblock the strait of hormuz:

Friends and neighbors, allow me to present to you a grapefruit Bundt cake.

We're having all the grown kids up to the house on Sunday to watch that fictional documentary of our times called Citizen Kane.

It's spring break, and I'm getting tax documents together and grading. This afternoon, it's all writing. Being responsible is so cool, right?

Made 6 sourdough demibaguettes today, for grab and go deliciousness.

Listening to Crowded House and baking baguettes, for a 90s vibe.

Everyone, I have terrible news. I gave up candy for Lent...and I feel better.

A friend of mine used the phrase "mullet vibes" the other day, and I can't stop thinking about those words.

The Dow is down to 47,000 dollars. Hmmm, I wonder why that has happened.

Last night my wife and I took one kid to dinner, and over the next 20 minutes, the other ones found out and showed up at the restaurant. We loved the pop up family dinner.

Got up at 4am to look at the lunar eclipse through the kitchen window. Went back to sleep, woke up to find we're still here.

Last night, I played rhythm guitar and sang three-part harmony for a portion of my music major son's junior recital preview, in front of three of music professors. Not gonna lie, that was a pretty white-knuckle way to test out being "interdisciplinary."