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Brando, before and after make-up.

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Koen Lybaert

1. Ambient N°0009

2. Ushuaia

3. Lahille Island

4. Akranes

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Pattern recognition, Klaus Leidorf

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M is seven weeks old today. She was almost twelve pounds at six weeks - a cute little chunkette with a fine double chin, which is fun and cute to joke about now, but I am also already worried about how not to give my daughter a body image complex. But fuck it, for now it’s fun to joke about her trying to eat her toy panda.

It’s crazy how much things have changed between two weeks and now. In a lot of ways, they’ve gotten a lot harder. Once she started regularly opening her eyes, she also started crying a lot more. All the time. We recently went to the doctor, and we’re pretty sure she has acid reflux, so hopefully the medicine works and she’s less cranky all the time. 

It’s weird, I still feel like she doesn’t look much like me. Maybe because she doesn’t have my hair, but she really doesn’t seem to have much of me except for my chubby cheeks. I guess mostly what I’m saying is she doesn’t look super Asian, and it’s throwing me, as I was so focused on having to prepare to deal with issues of representation, raising an Asian girl. Not that that thinking will go to waste, just, it’s different. 

Also, I’m already starting to feel guilty about a billion things. Not doing a better job documenting this time (I meant to write this post at four weeks, not seven). Getting ready to go back to work. Putting her in daycare so early. Co-sleeping. Not co-sleeping. Keeping a dirty house. Letting the dog get fat. Being late with my thank you notes. blah blah blah. I feel much more prepared to deal with these guilty feelings now since being in therapy, but it’s especially hard when I’m really tired. It’s not all the time, but still quite often.

One thing that’s really weird for me is not knowing all the best resources for being a parent. Like, I’ve spent practically my whole life on the Internet and I’ve built years of knowledge on where to go for what information, how to stay on top of the latest. This world of parenting on the Internet seems so awful to me, like it’s been developed by middle-aged moms who only know Pinterest and Facebook - like it’s either Yahoo answers or it’s commercial glossy parenting magazines. Where’s The Awl equivalent?

But overall, things are going really well. She’s getting bigger by the day. By the minute, almost. She’s so strong - she holds her head up really well and she stands up on our lap and props herself up. She’s starting to coo, and starting to really respond to us. She’s starting to grab on a lot more, almost give us hugs. Hopefully with the medicine, she also spends more time awake not nursing and not crying (it’s getting better already).

I miss her new new baby smell. She still smells good, but it’s not the same.

But overall, things get better and better. And I can’t lie, I’m pretty happy to have the pregnancy weight off. Although it was fun wearing pants with elastic waistbands for ten months, it’s nice to have some of my wardrobe back (I still have to go shopping for new shirts). My body feels mostly like my own again, aside from constantly covering me and everything I own with milk. gross.


Sergeant Stubby, so named for his lack of a tail, was a stray pitbull found wandering Yale campus by some soldiers there during drill.

"He learned the bugle calls, the drills, and even a modified dog salute as he put his right paw on his right eyebrow when a salute was executed by his fellow soldiers."

He was smuggled into WW1 by a soldier, and allowed to stay when he saluted the man who would later become his commanding officer.

He was sent to the trenches where he was under constant enemy fire for over a month. He was wounded in the leg by a German hand grenade, sent to a hospital to convalesce, then returned to the front lines…

After being wounded in a gas attack, Stubby developed such a sensitivity that he would run and bark and alert the other soldiers of incoming gas attacks AND artillery attacks precious seconds before they occurred, saving countless lives. A canine early warming system.

He would go into no man’s land, find wounded men, shouting in English, And stay with them, barking, until medics arrived.

He once captured a German spy.
The spy, mapping out Allied trenches, tried to call to Stubby, but Stubby got aggressive and then chased down and attacked the spy when he attempted to flee, allowing Allied soldiers to capture him.

For this he was awarded the rank of Sergeant- the first dog to do so.

After helping the Allies retake Château-Thierry in France, Sergeant Stubby was sewn a uniform by the women of the town, on which to wear his many medals.

He went on to meet multiple Presidents, dignitaries and ambassadors and become the mascot of Georgetown University football.

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No matter who you are, this is pretty funny. But if you have kids, it’s very nearly transcendent.

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I swear there is something about Herzog, that he can find this baffling, mysterious shit everywhere he looks.

I bet his cats kill a lot. I bet not everything they bring back is easy to identify. His house makes strange noises when no weather is occurring. His car thumps and rattles over straight even roads. Werner Herzog finds all this quite unexceptional.



TL;DR : Watch this incredible story in video



Click here to watch Patton Oswalt parody True Detective.

Comedy Plus Tragedy Equals Time premieres April 6!

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