Cupcakes

Cupcakes
Originally uploaded by macron

Kristie made lemoncello cupcakes for our dinner party tonight. I'm a lucky guy, having a wife who makes lemoncello desserts!

I'll make sure that Danny DeVito stays away from them.

Love the Teddy, Hate the Teacher

It's a religion of peace.

Colosseum in Rome

Just in case you didn't know, the Italians made it easy for you to
know where to snap a photo.

Is There a Difference?

For those who think all religions are alike: Take a look at this story.

Where are those voices rising up in protest at the inhumanity? Oh wait...nobody speaks out against Islam.

Here's another to review. I'm sure we'll see the outrage in the media on par with Imus and Michael Richards. You can't just go insulting Christians publicly, can you? What would happen if this Jewish man made comments insulting Islam?

You shall know them by their fruits...

Dummy

Dummy
Originally uploaded by macron

This kid could kill someone at night. Are the Irish afraid?

Oh Boyle!

We met my Uncle Tommy and his wife Carol on Friday night. We went to a pub, and it was exactly how I'd imagine it: regular customers, drunk men, barflies making playful comments with the bartender, and everyone knew Tommy. He was the Boyle Norm. Everybody knew his name.

One man, Mickey, came to the table and pronounced his love to Kristie. Normally, I'd be threatened, but this geezer had only two or three teeth, perhaps needed to chew the suds of his Guinness. Another man came up and pretended that I was Kristie's dad. He was a little man wrapped in the biggest, puffiest coat you could imagine. He looked like a hot dog wrapped in a loaf of Wonder Bread. If this weren't bad enough, he had the longest nose hair I have ever seen. It wasn't the usual curly ones that poke out, nor was it in a gang that sprouts. Rather, this was an inch-long string, like a repeller would drop down before exploring an underground cave. I was transfixed watching it sway with his breaths, like a metronome clicking to and fro counting time.

We went to my mom's house, school, and church, as well as visiting the graves of my grandparents. It was an excellent trip, perhaps one of the best.

Superhero Identity Crisis

What's wrong with this picture?

Upcoming Ireland

Kristie and I are going to Ireland, this weekend to visit my mother's hometown and her brother, Tommy. I've never met the chap, but I've had some interesting conversations with him on the phone. We are meeting them the night of a birthday party in a pub (I'm still not sure whose birthday it is). Imagine this: a loud pub, an uncle I don't know, a step-aunt who was my mom's friend as a child, throngs of strangers, and Kristie and me. That's a recipe for success! And what does one get an Irish stranger for his or her birthday? An Irish joke book? A Guinness key fob? Knickers?

I'll probably have a beer.

TeacherTube

Teachers are often six to eight years behind the popular culture, and this video proves it. Teachers are now talking about podcasting and blogging in the classroom as if they were invented last night. Perhaps this Johnny-come-lately attitude explains the dated fashions of American educators. If you don't believe me, stick your head in the next teacher conference in your town.

Rapping about perimeters is just embarrassing. No wonder the dropout rate is so high.

Word.

Updated Photos

Take a look at my updated Flickr page to see photos from the latest trips. They include Brussels, Madrid, Naples, and France.

Urinating Statues

Brussels:


Pompeii:


I appreciate good art.