One of the thing I love about this Odyssey film is it has opened up opportunities for a new wave of obscure references. When my wife set up her new beading loom, she said, "Dang, I'm just like Odysseus."

I can't remember if I've introduced you to the guitar player my wife made for me many years ago.

Got a good after-the-rain shot this evening.

My current stack: Slaughterhouse Five, I Robot, The Body Keeps The Score, and that "reading is over" issue of The Atlantic.

Everyone, I think I have a new summer office. This is our new space under the new pergola, girdled with the garden.

Here's some desert rain for all y'all.

The youths were back for more album mixing. You are definitely going to want to hear it when it comes out. I'm am not just a proud parent here.

Okay. So, maybe we're insane. But we got the youngster a drum set.

Happy Birthday, America. This is a version of "America the Beautiful" my son and I cobbled together.

The kids are at the house mixing their EP in the kitchen, patched into the 1970s stereo. Readers, they are alright.

15yo cosplay fanatic is working on something massive.

On a recent family trip to my wife's hometown, my daughter challenged us to make zines of the trip. Here are a couple pages of mine.

Teen in the creek.

Shit's on fire around here.

When your college roommate, who is now a fine furniture maker and luthier comes to visit and says, "Hey, tomorrow before I leave, let's refinish your kitchen table." It took us 90 minutes, with three quick applications of oil after he left.

He has the whole yard, but still he chooses to sits where he fits.

We took everyone to Oklahoma, where my wife grew up, where everything looks like the cover of an alt-country record.

My son and his girlfriend. Turns out she was telling him about a book she was reading by Walter J. Ong, which is why we also love her.

Red yucca doing its thing.

Listen, my dude. This is some bullshit parking indeed. (I am on the left and was there first.)

Had an Ansel Adamsy moment on way home from the hardware store.

Any fool who connects an AI tool to their credit card is asking for this at the very least.

My wife asked for avocado toast for Mother's Day. So I baked her this. Full brunch TK, as they say in the publishing biz.

Caught a cold, and this dude checked in on me a lot today.

We've got good things going on up here at the house.

I don't buy things like this so much anymore, but I had to.

We have batard. Repeat: we have batard. And great oven spring.

Get in losers, we're baking batards.

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

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.