My dad made me a pbj 2.0 when you close it you get 9 different flavor combos. 1 My brother uploaded the pic of the PBJ 2.0 yesterday, here's another creation my dad always made for us, the "chick-check" apple 2 [more inside]
...When I was around four or five, my parents split up, and we didn't get to see a lot of my dad. So, anything that was his in our house was kind of a treasure. And I knew that record album, "American Pie." I can picture it in my head with the thumbs up and Don McLean on there. And in the top right hand corner there was my dad's name on one of those old-fashioned label makers where you could press the letters in with the white and it would come up in white raised letters... [more inside]
The Other F Word (trailer) is a new documentary about punk rock fatherhood. Blog Musical Urbanism argues that it mostly focuses on the materialistic Southern California punk rock scene.
Yesterday was the third Sunday in June, the officially recognized date of Father's Day in the US and many other countries. Google really, really wanted to remind you of that fact, not only celebrating the day with a special Google Doodle, but also putting reminders on the front page of Google Search and a special "Reminder: Call Dad" note in the chat roster of Gmail Calling. Many people were not happy about it. [more inside]
Steve Goodman-My Old Man Happy Father's Day.
Lunchbox Doodles: "At the beginning of his first school year – on his first day of kindergarten in fact – my wife was preparing my son Andrew's lunchbox. As I sat sipping my coffee, she handed me a 3 x 5 blank index card and asked me to draw something for his lunchbox." [more inside]
Project GREAT: General Relativity Einstein/Essen Anniversary TestThink your dad was a nerd? A mad genius? Was he a Clark Griswold-esque cheerleader for outdoor family vacations? You ain't seen nothin' yet.
Clocks, Kids, and General Relativity on Mt Rainier
Halloween Hangman (via my dad)
Citypop's a stay-at-home dad in New York City. While his medical resident wife grinds out 80 hour weeks, he narrates the hurdles (botched circumcision, apartment fire, roach invasions) of raising a boy in the strange universe of Manhattan's Upper East Side.
A sad story about Tim McVeigh's dad. I read this hoping to find some mistake the mass murder's dad made in raising him. Instead, I came away feeling profoundly sad for this man who can't understand why his son grew up to become such a hate-filled devil.