The Perpetual Three-Dot Column
The Perpetual Three-Dot Column
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by Jesse Walker

Friday, July 29, 2005
EIGHT DAYS OLD: A while back, my pal
Bryan told me that when his first kid was born, "we lost nearly all of our friends who didn't have children, and made friends with total strangers who did."

"So it's kinda like starting a blog, then?" I replied.

Eight days into parenthood, certain differences between babies and blogs have become clear. Babies do not talk incessantly about themselves. Blogs do not provoke your friends to send you items bearing the face of Elmo. Babies do not care what Maureen Dowd or David Brooks have to say about the world. Blogs do not poop constantly, except maybe Little Green Footballs. Both babies and blogs cut into the time I might otherwise spend watching TV, but only blogs believe that this represents a revolution.

Maya got a clean bill of health at the pediatrician's today, so we've made it through at least one week without completely fouling up our parental responsibilites and ruining our daughter for life. Now all we have to do is keep it up for 17 years, 50 weeks, and six days.


posted by Jesse 7:17 PM
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