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Punk Papas in New Doc: “The Other F Word”

“The Other F Word” hits theaters nationwide in November and December.

No one knows anarchy like parents! Really stoked to see “The Other F Word” – a new doc about punk-ethos-meets-fatherhood. Review to come!

“What happens when a generations ultimate anti-authoritarians – punk rockers – become society’s ultimate authorities – dads?  ‘The Other F Word’ is the revealing, funny, and touching film that tackles this question. With a large chorus of punk rock’s leading men – including Blink-182’s Mark Hoppus, Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Flea, and Rise Against’s Tim McIlrath – the documentary follows Jim Lindberg, a 20-year veteran of the skate punk band Pennywise, on his hysterical and moving journey from belting his band’s anthem ‘F—k Authority,’ to embracing his ultimately authoritarian role in mid-life: fatherhood.

“Director Andrea Blaugrund Nevins explains, ‘When I was a kid growing up in New York City, Punk Rockers were the people you crossed the street to avoid.  So when Cristan Reilly, the film’s producer, came to me with a book that her old friend, Jim Lindberg, the lead singer of the Southern California skate punk band Pennywise, had written about being a Punk Rock Dad, I was both repelled and intrigued.’

“Producer Cristan Reilly adds, ‘Punk Rock Dad.  It’s a great oxymoron.  Andrea and I, who share, among many things, an ironic sense of humor, started with that very tiny but amusing kernel… We had no idea how much deeper the story would go, and we believe our film reflects the journey from funny concept to a series of moving realizations about rebellion, growing up, fathers, and fatherhood.’

“Other dads featured in the film, which was Executive Produced by Morgan Spurlock & Jeremy Chilnick, include Art Alexakis (Everclear), Mark Mothersbaugh (Devo), Tony Adolescent (The Adolescents), Fat Mike (NOFX), Lars Frederiksen (Rancid), skater Tony Hawk, and many others.

“‘The Other F Word‘ screens first in New York and Los Angeles, then hits theaters across the country in November and December.”


On Making the World Worthy of its Children

Pablo Picasso. Girl with a Boat (Maya Picasso). 1938. Oil on canvas. Galerie Rosengart, Lucerne, Switzerland.


“Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe, a moment that will never be again. And what do we teach our children? We teach them that two and two make four, and that Paris is the capital of France. When will we also teach them what they are? We should say to each of them: Do you know what you are? You are a marvel. You are unique. In all the years that have passed, there has never been another child like you. Your legs, your arms, your clever fingers, the way you move. You may become a Shakespeare, a Michelangelo, a Beethoven. You have the capacity for anything. Yes, you are a marvel. And when you grow up, can you then harm another who is, like you, a marvel? You must work, we must all work, to make the world worthy of its children.” –Pablo Picasso

Where I’m From

I am from the rumble of freight trains, the Land of Lincoln, lunch buckets, big shoulders and Statesville.

I am from the brown brick-and-cedar ranch – the one with a seasonal wreath on the front door and a garage perpetually clacking with car projects.

I am from the dooryard violet, tall corn and lush soybean, a glittery metropolis by a great lake.

I am from Gallaghers and Stahoviaks, Geri and Jerry and Mary Lou and Bernie – generous and care-taking, hard-working and driven.

I am from proud Irish farmers and determined Scot-German laborers.

From “walk in like you own the place” and “what can I do to help?”

I am from Catholics, entirely – from parishes like St. Raymond’s, St. Mary’s St. Patrick’s.

From the Guild Ship Lucy to Manhattan, Ill., corned beef and cabbage, and draught beer.

I am from the wood-paneled living room walls dotted with family portraits, vintage Coca-Cola ads and owl art. I am from the trippy apple wallpaper in the kitchen on Galena Drive; gold shag carpet, olive green appliances, the forbidden fronch room. I am from fire and famine and depression and war. I am from kitsch and love food and Duct Tape and fast cars. I am from the very best.

Well, that was a lot of fun. Thanks Kate, for the inspirational blog, and Fred First for the template. Your turn.

American Maternity Leave Fails to Measure Up

I want to share this important POV regarding working moms/maternity leave from a Chicago freelancer/new mom Jessica Hopper:

“Being American and freelance, there is not really such a thing as maternity leave; “maternity leave” means I just type slowly with one hand while nursing the baby. It works out fine, I am lucky I can do both and to have work that pays me. This depressing chart of how maternity leave works in Europe/the rest of the world shows that America is the only country where maternity leave is conditional and unpaid. And a ruling today in MA says women taking more than 2 months off can be fired. I think some people are right when they say that this is one of feminism’s failings, that women were so focused on equality and not being anyone’s special exception, no real focus on maternal rights–which was a focus of the European feminist platform. American feminism fucked up on that one.” –Tinyluckygenius blog


I feel fortunate that when I had Ollie, I had a three-month maternity leave with a percentage of pay (under Family Medical Leave) and promise that I’d have my job when I returned. I can’t believe that’s not mandatory for all employers in the United States. This wealthy, first-world country that prides itself on taking care of the work force drops the ball once you decide to have a family.

The U.S. needs to employ the arrangement many European countries have — mandatory percentage of pay for a length of time. And I personally think parents need more than the standard three months to bond with/nurse their children. I don’t know who came up with that magic number. As for payment, anything less than 100 percent of pay is rough. Here you are with a new baby, doctors’ bills and lots of new expenses and you’re income drops dramatically. Then you’re hit with daycare costs when you return to work. Maybe we should move to the U.K or somewhere where they take care of working families.

We’re the Kids in America

It’s so rare to see color photographs from the ’30s and ’40s. When I saw this beautiful collection published in the Denver Post, I wanted to share the ones depicting the innocence and realness of childhood in Depression-era rural America. See the entire set (including urban shots) here.

Children asleep on bed during square dance. McIntosh County, Oklahoma, 1939 or 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Russell Lee. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

School children singing. Pie Town, New Mexico, October 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Russell Lee. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Boy building a model airplane as girl watches. Robstown, Texas, January 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Arthur Rothstein. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Bayou Bourbeau plantation, a Farm Security Administration cooperative. Vicinity of Natchitoches, Louisiana, August 1940. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Marion Post Wolcott. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress

Preggo Quote of the Day

“I’m straightedge, you know, my life drugs are pretty lightweight delights. It’s easy to give into the world’s soft charms when you spent your day getting kicked in the ribs by two-inch feets of the little friend you made and have yet to meet.” –Jessica Hopper

Something Borrowed: Food Revolution Campaign

Chef Jamie Oliver is doing something awesome for our kids and I caught some of his TV show the other day to see for myself. He’s single-handedly teaching kids and schools how to make food exciting, healthy, affordable and fun by using REAL ingredients.

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