By Brian R Sorrell
A couple of weeks ago, I knelt on a Lego, demonstrating once again where Noodle gets some of his more thoughtful expressions. It was late. We were cleaning up, and I figured it was fair for me to chip in. After all, I did my share of the building. Now, I’m not one to play for… Read more
Like any three year old, Noodle has a tough time settling down at night. In an ongoing effort to make us feel as if we don’t feed and water him adequately, he always asks for an apple and something to drink. He also always has to get up once to pee, typically a few minutes after we’ve… Read more
Millennials are shape shifters, hard to draw lines around in ways that their critics find familiar. The generation who raised them barely recognizes their children’s and grandchildren’s dreams, desires, and motivations — an irony not lost on Millennials, if even celebrated in their willful mis-appropriation of decades-old fashions, minus their retro-decadent mores. This isn’t anything new under… Read more
I realized one morning last week, in a way that I’ve never realized it before, that I am smack dab in the middle of my run. This year I turn 40. I like being in the second half now, as the first was a bear-wrestle from time to time, and I’m the kind of guy… Read more
This post is composed of three scenes from around Auckland. The thought that motivated the project is as follows: “For as complex as these descriptions might be, they make me consider Noodle’s complexity as well. I create my own space from time to time and reorient myself in it; am I giving him the space… Read more