It's time once again for my periodic foray into blogocentrism. A couple of people have told me that they have made a point of reading every single post I've ever written. It's gratifying to know that my words and experiences have touched people so deeply that they would invest so much time and effort into exploring as many of my thoughts as they possibly can. But, sadly, I don't think it happens that often. In fact, tomorrow I could probably post something from my archives and pass it off as new with no one the wiser. It pains me to think that my posts—as a writer, my posts are the closest thing I have to children—go unread and even unnoticed by most visitors. So about every six weeks I look at things I wrote four or five months previously and call attention to some of my favorites. I am sad to report that, comments prior to January 6, 2004, seem to have disappeared into cyberspace. I don't know why.
- A friend of mine reflects on his one month of fatherhood, and I ponder my future. (Scroll to the December 22 post if the link doesn't take you straight to it.)
- I fulfill my dream of ordering soup straight from the real-life Soup Nazi. The following day, Mrs. Happy loses her job and requires some TLC. (Dec. 29, 30, and Jan. 1, respectively.)
- I describe my reliance on certain chemicals to help me be a good husband. (Jan. 2)
- A death in our house brings both grief and confusion. (In two parts, Jan. 5 and 6.)
- I share how the movie The Princess Bride relates to my attitudes about marriage.
- I explain how falling in love with my wife parallels the way I came to fall in love with God. (Jan. 20)
- Life is not always Smurfy in Smurfland. (Jan. 23)
- My wife and I work together to come up with an interesting piece of art. (Jan. 26)