I’m going to see the Christo drapery this weekend. Ann Althouse, who also likes him, has a pile of links on the master wrapper/artist.
Tapped has an interview with Judith Warner about her new book, Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety.
Amanda at Household Opera has a great post on being single in academia.
I’ve been amused by the variety of blog posts on Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is like New Year’s Eve. It’s a pressure filled day. One must have fun, dammit, or else LOSER-VILLE. Our Valentine’s Days have evolved into the kids making homemade cards for Dad, Steve comes home early, and we order out a special meal that the kids like, too. One other blogger spent Valentine’s Day in the hospital with a sick son. Another made a fancy meal for her lucky husband. And another tells us about her relationship(s). One day, different experiences. It’s like a Jim Jarmusch movie.
Read Lileks today. He’s talking about the politics of motherhood and responding to this article by Judith Warner. Probably more from me tonight on this.
UPDATE: Dan Drezner saw Christo’s Gates before I did. A little annoyed that Chicago-boy beat me to the post.

Yes! Lileks links to the slacker mom! Best thing in Newsweek I’ve read in years.
When Megan was a few months old, we went on a long trip out west, to visit family and let relatives see the baby. Megan was colicky (like our latest), and Melissa and I were crawling the walls. Eventually, my grandmother looked us in the eye and said, “You need to relax!” I remember that moment, but not nearly as well as Melissa does. She says she came home from that trip, promptly threw away all those damn What to Expect… books, and overnight felt 200% better about our child (and children since). The upshot? Parenting is hard, really hard–but don’t make it more complicated than it needs to be. I ought to get her to write about it sometime.
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Hey, thanks! 🙂
I think a blogospheric version of Night on Earth would be neat. Especially if there were bloggers in lots of different time zones posting accounts of what they’d done during the same couple of hours. (Especially if one could imagine a Tom Waits soundtrack to accompany it all.)
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