January 24, 2009

I find you.
You find me.
I find me in you.
I find you in me.
We laugh, we cry.
We turn the page.
Your borrowed.
Your paid.
I’m faithful,
and unfaithful.
It matters not to you,
you know I will always come back.
Like Silverstein’s stump,
and a new sun rising,
you will always be there,
explaining, creating, making sense,
imagining, exploring both past and present tense.
Here is to you, whether paper or leather bound,
for you don’t know what pleasures I’ve found.


The “Baby Book Review” is a weekly series where a children’s book is reviewed by my 4 month old son Jaxon.  He got tired of his daddy being the only one who got to write about his favorite books, so he cried until finally I gave in and let him pontificate on the books in his baby library.  Since he hasn’t quite figured out a qwerty keyboard, he dictates while I type.

Today’s Baby Book Review is the P.D. Eastman classic Big Dog Little Dog:

See that little headliner up there about this being a “weekly series?”  Well my daddy is a liar.  He has been so infatuated with his little reading local website, that now I only get to review the books in my baby library when it’s convenient for him.  I don’t quite know how I feel about that.  I mean I still love him and all, I mean he is my daddy (plus he gives my yummy bottles), but I can’t say that I like him very much right now.  Maybe if I cry more, and louder he will give in to my baby powers and let me review my books more often.  I will try, and well I guess you will see the results.

Sorry for that.  Now onto Big Dog Little Dog.  I love this book, because the title kind of describes exactly who I am.  I am a big dog, but I am also a little dog.  When I lay in my crib I feel like a big dog.  But when daddy lays me down on his and mommy’s bed I feel like a little dog.  I think I like being a big dog better.  My teddy bear respects me more when I am a big dog.  This morning I kicked my parrots you know what (daddy wouldn’t let me say what I really wanted to).  I am crying now, sorry I have a short attention span.  I need to go to sleep, daddy says I am being a cranker.  But really I am just sleepy, but I don’t want to go to sleep (you miss so much cool stuff…like daddy taking the trash out or checking the mail…very cool).  So long for now, have fun figuring out what you are going to have for dinner, while I always know that the Enfamil goodness is on the way!  

The Soundtrack to My Life

January 14, 2009

If I were able to choose the songwriter to create the soundtrack to the movie that is my life it would hands down have to be Paul Simon.

What about you?

Reading Local

January 7, 2009

Sorry for the recent inactivity here at Nonfiction Dad, my computer time as of late has been spent setting up my new blog, Reading Local. The basic premise of the new blog is to try and cover “anything and everything” to do with the Portland, OR “book scene“. A recent success was landing an interview with the winner of the 2008 Oregon Book Award for Nonfiction, Steven W. Bender.  I have some ideas for making the site a lot of fun.  Check it out and let me know what you think.

Leading to the biggest traffic day so far here at Nofiction Dad, my review series on Nudge was highlighted on the authors blog.  I’m sure glad that I ended up liking that book 🙂

I have decided on The Rest is Noise: Listening to the Twentieth Century by Alex Ross for my next book.  I have to say I am very excited about reading this.  It’s one I picked up with a Christmas gift card, and have been looking forward to reading while finishing up Nudge.  Here is a taste of what to expect:

The Rest is Noise chronicles not only the artists themselves but also the politicians, dictators, millionaire patrons, and CEO’s who tried to control what music was written; the intellectuals who attempted to adjudicate style; the writers, painters, dancers, and filmmakers who provided companionship on lonely roads of exploration; the audiences who variously reveled in, reviled, or ignored what composers were doing; the technologies that changed how music was made and heard; and the revolutions, hot and cold wars, waves of emigration, and deeper social transformations that reshaped the landscape in which composers worked.”

I have always had an unquenched curiosity for classical music.  Specifically how to listen to it.  It really is music unlike any other, in that it asks more of the listener.  To marry this curiosity with my always ready appetite for history, The Rest is Noise will surely be a fascinating journey.

Often times I peruse through the postings tagged “books” by other WordPress bloggers.  Today while doing so I came across a blog that goes by the name “historians craft“, which is maintained by rachel leow.  Why point this blog out over the thousand others that write about blogs each day?  Because of her series of posts entitled “bookporn.”  Obviously this is a girl after my own heart.