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January 2001

Some other Weblogs of note

Mon, 01/15/2001 - 03:29 — Dean Landsman

My son Elias started his own weblog! My blog is called DeanLand. What's his called? You guessed it: EliasLand. Check it out: http://EliasLand.weblogs.com

Anyone who knows me knows baseball is close to my heart. And that I am a fervent Yankees fan. Through thick and thin, even those horrid years in the mid and late 1960's, I was there, cheering them on. Recently it has become wonderful, what with all the Championships.

AGREE. AGREE TO DISAGREE. AGREE/DISAGREE ON VARIOUS.

Sat, 01/13/2001 - 21:56 — Dean Landsman

THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF YESTERDAY'S ESSAY
(make sure you've read that before you read this!)

"OFFICIAL RECORDS."
If you own a car, you have title to it, and the registration. If you drive, you have a license to drive. When you have children, there is a Birth Certificate. When people die, there is a Death Certificate. To get married, one gets a license, and then a certificate of marriage.

No unborn child has a "kid on the way" certificate. What exists is a woman carrying a baby-to-be.

AGREE. AGREE TO DISAGREE. AGREE/DISAGREE ON VARIOUS.

Fri, 01/12/2001 - 18:48 — Dean Landsman

AGREE. AGREE TO DISAGREE. AGREE/DISAGREE ON VARIOUS.

We enjoy certain freedoms. In many places these freedoms are not to be found. Freedom of religion, of political status, freedom to choose where to live, freedom of choice in occupation, schooling, all sorts of things.

Here in the US we proudly claim a separation of church and state. One of those important issues to the Founding Fathers, those guys the politicians love to quote, cite, and do all that can to give the impression that they are connected with them, on some common spiritual, emotional, attitudinal plane.

Catching Up On Various Things

Thu, 01/11/2001 - 02:01 — Dean Landsman

A disclaimer before I begin. In no way shape or form is this intended to become a whining, new age, self-pitying rallying point for divorced Dads. Nor is it meant to represent some angry, militant, hateful point of view.

There is a point. A bottom line, of sorts:

It really sucks to be the non-custodial parent, and to live far away from one's children.

My son's Bar Mitzvah was last weekend, written about herein (see below or hop on over via a click to this link). This is a big deal.

Huh? Wha? Still a Work In Progress (on my part, anyway!)..

Wed, 01/10/2001 - 03:22 — Dean Landsman

Obviously I haven't gotten this weblog editing thing down yet.

I wrote the hanging chad piece (see directly below)intending for it to be posted with today's date, and the Sunday piece to remain in place. Somehow or another it replaced the Sunday piece, and nothing appeared in this space. Until now, of course, as I edit this page, which was supposed to be that page.

Try to follow this: The Sunday piece is Wednesday's piece. The Friday piece is actually the Sunday and the Friday pieces.

Got it?

A Truly Hanging Chad

Sun, 01/07/2001 - 18:11 — Dean Landsman

During the holiday trip to Florida (as referenced below) there were a few trips to various places to shop. Yeah, to shop, even though it was smack dab at the eleventh hour of the holiday season.

At one point we bought something at Costco which we later had to return. By this time we were between Christmas and the New Year, and one would think Returns would be a nightmare! But no, it was a simple, smooth transaction.

At the Returns area we were waited on by a Costco employee fellow named Chad.

CHAD!

There we were in South Florida.

Like Father, Like Son

Fri, 01/05/2001 - 19:18 — Dean Landsman

Okay. The Bar Mitzvah came and went. Elias did a great job. The more he was up there, the greater his composure and confidence. And you should have seen the suit he was wearing! I am incredibly proud and kvelling like crazy.

There was the ceremony (make that ceremonies) at the Saturday Morning Service, then the Kiddush afterwards, then some time to change, rest, get ready, followed by a dinner that evening. Sunday brought another party; this one the "Kids' Party," at an arcade and sports club sort of place.