Jacs, at 2611 Monroe St. on Madison’s near West side, “soft-opened” earlier this week in the wake of the recently shuttered Monroe St. Bistro.  We (me, AmyJ, and our 2 and 5 year-old kids) spontaneously stopped in for lunch today.  Jacs wasn’t perfect (what is after 5 days?), but we all agreed that it shows promise, and are happy to have it in the neighborhood.

While we’d intended to have lunch, Jacs serves only brunch between 10am and 3pm on weekends.  The brunch menu had some very tasty looking breakfasts (omelets, eggs benedict, various lighter breakfasts, etc.) and a handful of sandwiches.

I was happy to see the moules frites still on the menu, as they were the only thing on the MSB’s menu that I ever found pleasing without caveat (and the only area in which MSB came anywhere close to its generally superior neighbor up the street, Brasserie V).  I don’t know that they’re the same, but my understanding is that there’s some continuity in ownership and/or management between the two, so there’s reason for hope.
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I was struck by a comment the lovely amyj made in a recent blog post:

I remember when Ben used to say “Happy Day” instead of Happy Birthday. I don’t know when he stopped…you never know when they will stop doing those things…you always noticed the “firsts”, the “lasts” seem to slip by…. I wonder when the last time Nora will make her little snoring sound when she lays down to sleep or notices something sleeping or puts her babies or animals to sleep …

Indeed.  For years I’ve intended to more systematically capture the countless precious moments, hilarious tidbits, etc. that our kids produce on a daily basis.  It occurred to me that posterous.com, which I’d briefly toyed with over the holidays but not really found a real use for, would be perfect for this.

And so I now intend to start recording those moments — the things the kids say that make me smile or laugh, the fun things we do, et cetera.  At the risk of  overwhelming cheesiness, John Lennon put it well:   “life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans”.

Here it is.  Honestly, it will probably bore you with its detail.  I’m the intended audience, I’m just keeping it public.  So follow along if you’d like.


I just realized that the blog post I just made is the second in a row that doesn’t do much more than link to dumbrella artists. I have done things in the last month other than read web comics. Really. Actually, it’s been a very busy month, which is at least part of why there hasn’t been much here. The rest of why is largely twitter, the micro-bloggy nature of which seems to have received the bulk of my “I should tell someone about that” urge.

I’ll write more here soon. In the meantime, enjoy this hilarious picture of Nora, with costuming by Ben and photography by Amy (of course). I love my family.



I took Friday off of work in order to have Memorial Day make an easy 4-day weekend.  I didn’t have any particular plans, but we had beautiful weather and no shortage of options.  In no particular order, then, my weekend included:

  • had lunch at la Queretana, a new Mexican restaurant on the west side (thanks to Jay for the recommendation)
  • styled & repotted new twin-trunk arborvitae
  • repotted small new windswept juniper
  • styled & repotted new ‘rainbow’s end’ dwarf alberta spruce
  • styled dwarf korean lilac that’s been sitting in a training pot for 2 years
  • finished detail wiring and repotted semi-cascading juniper (with very cool deadwood potential)
  • saw Waitress at Sundance 608 (the movie was ok, the theater was pretty cool, though pricey)
  • checked out the new Muramoto restaurant, Sushi Muramoto.  It’s no Restaurant Muramoto, though it doesn’t try to be, and is good nonetheless
  • went to the gym with the whole family
  • acquired and built and unattractive but utilitarian plastic tool shed in the backyard
  • had a great Q at Jon & Colleen’s (though Colleen was absent), with tasty pork a la Doug
  • hiked partway out to Picnic Point and back (hiking with a 3 year-old and a 4 month old)
  • went to the Farmer’s Market
  • biked to the Zoo, at times through the Madison Marathon
  • made a quadruple batch of bolognese sauce
  • had lunch at La Hacienda (this always seems to happen after we go to the Zoo)
  • participated in Nora’s first carousel ride & first time down a slide
  • finished plans for the backyard patio project w/ Amy
  • made pizza with Ben (we cheated and used pre-made crusts & sauce from Fraboni’s, but it was pretty good nonetheless)

Whew — I’m sure I forgot something, but that’s the bulk of it.  It was a busy weekend.


I had the following dialogue with my 3 year old son after I got home from work last night:

Ben: “What does contrary mean?”
Me: “It means inclined to disagree.”
Ben: “No. No it doesn’t. Don’t say that.”


IANAL, but I found the Wisconsin Court of Appeals’ recent refusal to admit evidence of a tape recording of a school bus driver verbally and physically abusing a child on his bus interesting, and a bit puzzling.  The issue the court considered pertains to the recording, of course, not the abuse.  In Wisconsin it’s OK to record conversations to which one is party, but apparently it’s not OK to disclose those recordings, and that was the sticking point for the 2-1 majority.

Policy-wise, we have a long way to go toward a workable future of surveillance and recording technologies.  I’m conflicted on this one — it seems reasonable to be able to record things one is directly perceiving.  At the same time, it seems absurd to suggest that there is some ever-present bubble of confidentiality (i.e. that one would be limited in one’s own use of such recordings).  On the other hand, though, the notion of everyone recording and sharing everything always is troubling.

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ESP – generally a great guy and a friend of the next generation – gave Ben a copy of Crockett Johnson‘s classic children’s book Harold and the Purple Crayon (HATPC) last year.

For those of you who don’t know Ben or haven’t seen him lately, he’s very into his books. We read dozens a day, he pages through dozens more them on his own, he takes them to bed, he has favorite books, books for certain moods, etc. Our house now has overflowing piles of my books, Amy’s books, and Ben’s books, and there is a louder protest from the back seat when we drive past the library without stopping than when we drive by the ice cream shop.

I find Ben’s routine for taking books to bed particularly adorable: while I’m reading him his before-bed books, he’ll grab a chosen book after I’ve finished it and before I manage to put it back in the boxes of books next to the chair in his room, repeat its title, and say “go to bed”. (For example, “Meet the Dinosaurs, go to bed”.)

Confusingly in that way 2-year-olds are often confusing, this does not mean that Ben is necessarily done hearing books and ready for bed (which comes immediately after books in our end of day routine). Rather, it just means that the recently finished book has been selected to come along with him to bed, whenever the time comes. We’ll read a few more while Ben clutches the chosen book, and then he’ll carry it with him as I carry him to bed.

But I digress … I was talking about HATPC. HATPC is a great book, and even kids (or adults) who aren’t particularly interested in books should read it. It was a bit too abstract and long for Ben at the time Eric got it for him, but Harold recently made it into the active book rotation. I picked it up Tuesday night and read it to him for the first time. As Ben’s books go, HATPC is not short – I probably spent 5 minutes reading it, during which time I don’t think Ben moved a muscle. He’s usually attentive to books, but he was completely focused, and paying very close attention to this book.

When the book was done, Ben was quick and decisive.

B: Harold and the Purple Crayon, go to bed.
me: OK. Do you want to read more books, or are you all done?
B: All done. Harold and Purple Crayon, in bed.
me: OK.

I proceeded to carry Ben over to the light switch so he could turn it off, put him in his crib, and say goodnight.

Ben generally wakes up sometime in between when I do and when I wake Amy. The next morning, somewhat strangely, I didn’t hear anything from him until it was late enough that it was time to wake him. I went into his room and was slightly surprised to see him standing in his crib holding Harold on the Purple Crayon. He turned to look at me, but instead of saying “I awake”, or “go downstairs, get milk”, or “go see Mommy”, or “Daddy open the door”, I heard:

B: "I read Harold and the Purple Crayon in the dark"
me: (laughing) Did you? That's great... but, how could you see it? It's pretty dark in here. [Ben sleeps in the dark with the door closed and the shades drawn.]
B: (not missing a beat) "Harold is bright"

Now, the print isn’t particularly “bright” in the book, and I imagine it was in fact quite hard to see in the dark. He was seriously into this book, though, and I think basically able to see it — either in the conventional photon-based manner or via his memory of our time with it the night before — by sheer force of will (somewhat apropos to the book, in a sense). His tone while saying “Harold is bright” was one of patience, as if as a favor to me he would explain the obvious.

I’ve always been interested in ways of thinking that are internally consistent/coherent but foreign or silly-seeming to the dominant rationality. Kids – Harold and Ben included – are an interesting sort of these alternative logics. I was traveling on business a few weeks ago, and during dinner one night Ben turned to Amy and said, hopefully, “Daddy come home”. I happened to be returning late that night, so Amy said “Daddy will come home after you go to sleep”, at which point Ben put his fork down, pushed back from the table, and at 5-something in the evening said “I go to bed now”.

There is a great episode of the always outstanding public radio show This American Life from a few years ago called “Kid Logic”. While unusually poignant and at moments quite sad, it’s definitely worth a listen.

Thanks, Eric – Harold is a big hit!

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