Day one, I started Noodle on a sonic diet of Motörhead. In the time leading up to his birth, I learned quickly that jingle-jangly kids’ music drives me nuts. We’ll compromise, I figured: I choose the tunes, he chooses when to pee on me. Turns out that in the throes of pure exhaustion, fuzz-tone and… Read more

Yesterday, when I returned to the car after paying for gas, Noodle announced, “I was saying rude words.” I always leave his window open so that I can chit chat with him while pumping, and it occurred to me that he might have been shouting obscenities at passers-by. This would be embarrassingly in character; he’s… Read more

Hey Noodle, let’s go on an adventure. My notebook is nearly full again. It’s tattered, worn, scribbled in and on, the corners are turned up, folded over, and the whole thing looks like it’s been soaked in coffee and done double duty as a cookie sheet. It’s time for a new one. You know better… Read more

In the southern hemisphere, May means Winter’s settling in, and it’s starting to shape up like last year, which by all accounts was like any year. When winter hits in Auckland, it rains. And it keeps raining, and when it isn’t raining, it’s just damp. That’s the way the climate goes, but it’s all building… Read more