June 2010


Can you imagine if this add were run in Vermont?  The horror!  The horror!

Yup.  I like to do nothing.

With that in mind, here is my post:

PS Sometimes, doing nothing can get old.

Short hair is great!*  There is something about short hair that is just, well, cool.  Literally, that is, because I don’t know anything about figuratively cool as I seem to be very far from any hipster understanding of what cool is (which I expect to be pointed out regularly when my children reach the teen years…until then, my brother and cousins fill that accountability role nicely). Back to short hair…

I have to write a brief disclaimer:  I’m not a particularly big fan of short hair on women.  There.  I said it.

Last night I enticed my four-year-old son, Malcolm, to have his hair cut…by me.  Now, I know what you’re thinking: Surely, being a music teacher cannot possibly prepare you for properly shearing a young boy’s hair!  And you would be right.  But, I’ve been cropping my own coif for the last 13+ years with mostly good reviews from passers by and assorted members of the media.  (Never mind that one of the few times I allowed a so-called professional to cut my hair in the last decade was just prior to my wedding.  Just because she didn’t trust me with my own hair on the eve of our wedding doesn’t mean that she didn’t like my hair styling.  Meredith has let me cut my own hair every other time since we’ve know each other.)

Back to last night.  Malcolm allowed me, rather enthusiastically I might add, to cut his hair with the electric clippers.  We set up in the bathroom and prepared a gallery for mommy and Maura to watch the proceedings.  It went rather uneventfully, with the exception of spurts of tempered rage as I tried (mostly successfully) to contain my anxious aversion to messes.  Everyone behaved well and no one was hurt (at least there are no visible scars).

At first, I set the clippers for #5 – which is the highest (or longest) setting.  Malcolm was dancing in contorted fashion as he was trying to sooth the itching from the voluminous hair dropping on his bare shoulders.  Despite wanting to be free of itchiness, Malcolm insisted that he wanted his hair shorter.   So, I obliged.  Not wanting to have to cut his hair a third time, I skipped guard #4 and went to #3.  Well, well, well.  Let’s just say his hair is short.

Well, I have little more to say and I expect this is what you’ve been waiting for.   Here are a couple of pictures of Malcolm and Maura after they were cleaned up from the hair massacre:

* For the record, Meredith has said she wasn’t really crazy about the bald look that I had for a few months back in 2008.

Stuff Marc Likes

101. Laughing

Laughing is fun.  When one laughs it releases a chemical in the brain…as if I know anything about physiology!  Seriously, I enjoy laughing as much as the next person and if you’re looking for a good laugh or two then I would recommend picking up Stuff Christians Like by Jonathan Acuff.  This is especially relevant to a believer who has been tapped into modern Christian culture for even a modest amount of time.  How would a non-believer take this book?  Hard to say, but I think that Acuff’s hope is that they will see that being a Christian isn’t all fire and brimstone and self-sacrifice.  Or that the road of following Christ isn’t so narrow that there isn’t room for a bit of humor.

I borrowed my post title from Acuff’s blog Stuff Christians Like.  I’m not sure how he started with the numbers, but I thought I’d start with 101 to make it look like I’ve got quite a list of things I like.  Who knows, maybe I’ll come up with the first 100 things that I like having been inspired by Acuff’s witty introspection.  His book is a collection of short essays on the various things that attract our attention as Christians.  I didn’t resonate with all of the topics, but there were certainly some that made me laugh out loud before I realized I what I was doing (and getting strange glares from the other people in the library).  I’ve already loaned my (free) copy of the book to a friend so I can’t quote for you any particularly amusing essays but one that has stuck: the smell of goldfish crackers will evoke thoughts of God in the next generation because parents use them liberally to quiet the ever-distracting child during church services all over.

Yes, I did say free copy of the book.  I received a free copy of the book from the publisher with the caveat that I would post a review of the book.  I like free stuff (that will be Stuff Marc Likes #102).  There, disclaimer is over, back to the review.

While I enjoyed the humorous look into the sillier side of Christian life in America, I expected to read something somewhere in the book that would have tied the all of the essays together in a grand By-Reading-This-You-Will-Now-Understand-How-To-Live-Your-Life-To-It’s-Fullest-Potential sort of purpose statement.  Then I realized, that is precisely what Acuff disclaims at the beginning of the book.  He makes no promises of wealth and prosperity or paths to wholeness and healing.  Just laughter – or so he intends (which reminds me of another essay from the book about how our prayers are riddled with the word “just” (which I can’t adequately describe because I’ve loaned my (free (did I mention how I got this for free (I wonder how many parenthetical thoughts I’m allowed to insert into one sentence (or if I’m even using parentheses properly)?)?)!) copy of the book to a friend who claims to have read it a laughed a lot (especially the eagle!)).  Either way, for my money (of which I spent none…) I would have liked something a little more explicit in revealing the author’s purpose for writing the book (…which is probably why it’s not there).

I would recommend this book especially for Christians but I would also recommend it for non-believers and I would be very interested in what the latter group would have to say about the silly things about which we crazy Christians obsess about.

Good afternoon, loyal sports fans (reading this blog is just about as exciting as World Cup soccer, I know)!

So, I wanted to give a little update on the Walk for Thought that Meredith, the kids, and I participated in this past weekend. It was good fun and we were all happy to have participated. I’m afraid that I didn’t take many pictures, but my cousin Christian did and here is a link to the pictures on his Facebook page.

I am not certain of the amount of money that we raised, but on the web site alone we raised $200 and a few more donations were accepted in cash. Likewise, I’m not certain how much the event raised altogether, but they made an announcement that they had at least doubled the amount that they raised from the year before.

The walk was supposedly 3 miles (a fact I could not confirm anywhere on the website prior to the event) even though my mother-in-law and I are pretty convinced that it was definitely longer than three miles. Either way, the walk was along the very scenic Burlington bike bath that hugs the shore of beautiful Lake Champlain.  Additionally, it was on the hottest day of the summer so far, but who’s taking note of that?  Malcolm ran the first half and moseyed the second half (with a few moments of being carried).  Maura spent most of the walk in the stroller.

Others that joined us at the walk were:

Cindy Merola
Cindy Bushey
Greg Ellis
Susan Ellis
Anne Whitman
Lars Whitman
Susan Whitman
Carter Whitman
Isaac Whitman
Christian Mock
Nancy Mock
Haley Mock
Logan Mock
Lee Freeman
Kate Freeman
Max Freeman

Thank you to all of you who walked with us and supported us financially.

Follow this link to see an interesting migration map from Forbes.  I highlighted Rutland County in Vermont.