'Groove recovery

So my hosting company DeKluge - generally a "I never hear from them, which is what appeals to me" kind of place - recently upgraded servers. As a part of this process, they also 'upgraded' certain features available to me, the paying customer. These new helpful features immediately broke the website. (As a note, I have to say that I know the founders of DeKluge personally, having been colleagues with them at a one of those companies I engaged in something I'll loosely refer to as 'work.' They're good people.) I am working on recovering from the pain now, and should shortly be back to normal. but in the meantime, please enjoy this preview of what it will be like to be cripple and Japanese in the future.
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Parlez-vous two-year-old?

Tonight, after the semi-regular bath ritual for my 2 year old, we were getting her dressed in her favorite orange Halloween t-shirt. (Yes, Halloween was 2 weeks ago. But you have to pick your battles with a 2 year old. And no, I still haven't posted the picture of her in her costume. But she was the cutest one at the party. Take my word for it.) She points at the t-shirt, and says 'Misdon buh dah fome.' Now I've gotten pretty fluent in Ella-speak. She's actually quite the conversationalist. But this one was beyond me. 'What's that dear?' 'Mison buh dah fome.' 'Hmm. Still not getting it. What?' My darling two year old literally sighed and said very slowly and more loudly 'Mis. Don. Buh. Dah. Fome.' Suddenly, she has instinctively reached for "I'm speaking to a foreigner" to get her message across. Do I look French? The part that really irritated me was that my bride immediately knew what she was saying: 'Miss Donna bought that for me."
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