Trad Week: A Random Review

If you think my previous posts have been random and lacking gravitas then this one's gonna kill you. I'm blessed with tons of rewarding work to do and very little time to create even remotely well thought out blog posts…not that mine are ever too well contrived. Would you rather have daily random drivel or one or two more substantive (voluminous) posts from me each week?


Consistent with my previous randomanalia, I’m just gonna empty another one of my arbitrary files…

     You might remember a post I did last year titled "Three Boxes". The boxes included tons of divorce documents and random keepsakes from previous lives. Took me three days to recover from reliving the contents of those boxes. My New Orleans post manifested from those three boxes and I believe that God had a hand in that post not being recovered after I lost all my blog entries. And no, I won't be recreating that one.
     The good news is that I can now shred tons of the documents that for legal reasons I've had to keep till now. The other promising news is that as I reviewed yet again these three boxes, I felt no tug, no hitch in my gut, no tear duct activation...this is a good thing. I also found some wedding photos this time that didn't bother me a bit to gander. I'm saving them for LFG. Which brings me to one photo particularly... 
     Ever heard of the Sports Illustrated Cover Jinx? You end up on the cover and your performance wanes. I have a hybrid belief involving marriage. If your wedding is a blast…the parties’ all fun and the reception is one for the record books then look out.

And if your wedding photo ends up in Town and Country, you’re doomed. I think this photo of the former Mrs. ADG is distant enough that I don't have to blur out her pretty little face. My bottom line is this…the more fun and festive the wedding, the tougher the marriage will be. Don’t challenge me on this—I can’t defend my position.

Blurry and grainy iPhone picture from the Four Seasons in DC the other evening. I'm not one to name drop but I had a drink with Sir Paul McCartney. Ok, so he was at the other end of the bar but still.
     Amiable, jaunty, unassuming and not shrouded with fifteen burly body guards. Perhaps McCartney doesn't define himself as one of the greatest song makers ever.

Let's talk shoes for a moment. Can anyone provide an update regrading whether or not the Mark McNairy line of Bass Weejuns are gonna make it into full production? Notice the blue tassel baby.

I've got a clever pair of shoddings or two here at CasaMinimus but my stalwart Navy Blue Weejuns from college remain my faves. McNairy could, if the Bass powers that be will let him, bring relevance back to the brand.

But then there's an American maker that has the hubris to concoct these monk-algonquin-split toe hybrid babies. In whiskey shell cordovan. Fuzzy mongrels poster child if I've ever seen one. Sign my country ass up.

And a final word on things pedal. Guys aren't the only ones losing a sense of style, propriety and decorum from the ankles down. Enjoy this pic from the Avis Preferred shuttle bus at DFW last week. And these gals weren't on vacation. They had briefcases and work documents. Sad.


Ok, let's talk LFG.... THE love of my life.

She'll be ten years old in three weeks. The pierced ears debate has been a protracted one. We decided twelve would be a good age for this seminal event. Someone's calendar pages flipped faster than mine. To that end, LFG and her little girlfriends had a big ole girlie event at the ear piercing place. I'm ok with it but it just kills me that my baby is growing up.

LFG did shame me into getting a proper haircut. Look at that clean cut guy in the mirror. You can't see the martini that's about to pounce on this little hunk. Ok, I woke up.

Any other kids out there jumping on the Zany Band craze? LFG and her friends are collecting and trading these things. I bought her a couple of packs as a reward for doing such a good job on her book report the other weekend. I love these fads but I love them more when they only cost me five bucks.

I spotted this little cutie and her brother in the airport the other day. LFG would have gleefully traded a band or two with her. 

LFG gave me two zany bands from the "famous icons" (or whatever) package. The Sherlock Holmes is tres cool but I can't figure out who the other guy is. Someone suggested Alfred Hitchcock but the nose is too pointy. Who is it?

Further evidence that God exists....

My beloved but on it's last legs Saab convertible passed inspection. A car purchase is inevitable before summers end but I'm not gonna expedite it.

And while they were inspecting my buggy I walked next door to an antiques/used furniture consignment shop. 

I AM gonna do a post on Campaign Furniture when I find the time. But I'm also gonna.....

Buy this old wicker campaign recliner if it's still there after June 16th...when the price goes to two hundred bucks. I'll put it in my office and for some of you, if you play your cards right, an invitation to come and sit on my lap may be forthcoming.

And finally, back to cars for a moment....

This was Porsche's darkest moment ever. Wrong. So wrong. On too many levels to ponder.

Onward. I'm going to pick up my baby from soccer practice.

ADG