Boviosity!

James Lileks's The Bleat now comes with a photo of Lileks as his daughter will surely remember him best. That shot is one reason I'm glad that I wasn't overly snapshotted as a kid. I play guitar and piano (not simultaneously) for my daughter's Cherub Choir at church, and looking out at the crowd I usually see that about half the kids are being filmed by their parents, and the other half have their parents' undivided attention. That seems excessive, to me. How many people really watch home movies and/or view scrapbooks enought to justify the effort and distraction that goes into filling them? Lileks frequently goes on about how he'll enjoy them when Gnat dumps him in a home - but I hope that when I'm in the home I'll have better things to do.