Life ongoing

Before bed. Watch disc 2 of the third season of Deadwood, the most densely written, brilliant television series ever produced.

Going to bed. Trying to explain to Kim what Edward Tufte is all about and why I have requested the book Beautiful Evidence for Father's Day. Also just finished reading a very funny NYT piece on sperm.

Leaving the house. Lula clambers  up into my lap in order to roll her "googly guy"-- one of those sticky, stretchy, rubber hand toys -- through my hair. Eye-level with her diaper, I note aloud that she needs to be changed. "Noooo," she says, eying me mirthfully. "I'm not poopy. I happy, Papa."

On the way to work. Hear a duet on WKNC between Lucinda Williams and Flogging Molly, a band that invites comparison with the Pogues in their heyday. My college days.

At work. Wondering if I should buy an iPhone next month.