Jewish fathers. They're sort of like Jewish mothers. Even if they're bloggers, to boot. Like my own great, intellectually omniverous Dad, who introduced me, then a young sprat from the South Side of Chicago, to the inestimably worldly vibrations of:

St. Louis;

Toronto circa 1970 (I still have the circular black light poster I bought there, taped to the ceiling in the bedroom of my old teen digs in Chicago);

plus Atlanta, South Carolina, and Ernie Kovacs films;

Brooklyn, Manhattan, Banff, Vancouver;

and Seattle circa 1976 (including a concert featuring Portland's marvellous, now-long-gone Latin jazz-rock ensemble Upepo, at Bumbershoot);

not to mention, the case for rejection of moral relativism.

Yet, despite Dad's current entreaties that I BLOG LESS and spend more time on PAID WORK as a freelance journalist (I happen to agree, pretty much) .....guess WHO calls to ask..."Why isn't there anything new on your blog, today?"

Luv ya anyway, Ya Big Galoot. I was wondering what took you so long yesterday.....you're just like clockwork....

Truth be told, I AM devoted to my beguiling, tho sometimes unreciprocal mistress, Rosenblog....

However, other things are swimming along at quite a fast pace right now.......i.e. remunerative endeavors......And so....

Don't hesitate to add comments here, including pointed disagreements. And keep the e-mailed story tips and links coming.

Posted by Matt Rosenberg at October 7, 2004 07:28 PM

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