James Peach

Over the last year, it has become apparent to me that the power button is the most aptly named of all buttons.

No explanation necessary, I hope.

Will 10:13 work? I forgot.This is the time of the day when I use the television as a babysitter, which is something I said I would never do. Usually Nadia is napping at ten, so I can get something done if I put on the television for Sofia. It's horrible. She only wants Shrek lately. Also horrible. I tried to get her into something good, but she only wants crap. Fine. Don't watch Hard Boiled.

I only left the for about fifteen minutes, so here ya go. I am actually jealous of this guy. I love riding the bus. I never get to do it anymore.

The hands that build can also tear down. Even the hands of love. EVEN THE HANDS OF LOVE!

When I passed this notice board around noon, it was completely covered with flyers for a local rap/electronic show. There must have been sixty of the same exact flyer, no other flyers at all. At first it was annoying, but I started appreciating after staring at it for a moment. The flyers were very simple, just a black background with white text arranged in a cross that may or may not have been

This is how my Wednesdays usually start. Actually, it's kinda how my every day starts, but Wednesdays are little worse than other days because I am in class all day on Tuesday. Jessica or my mom will watch the girls and Jessica will get house work done that I tend to neglect, such as laundry. This means that on Wednesday the things that I don't neglect need a little extra effort.

The Devil Inside is a two-page Nashphalt comic about my search for somewhere quiet to study. It came from three things: A guy in the quiet study room at the library who often comes in, sits down, blares loud music in his headphones, then coughs like an elderly dragon for thirty minutes. The time that I was in that same room enjoying the quiet when a woman came in with her laptop and attempted

I have been enrolled at MTSU twice previously. First was Spring of 2000. I was a high school dropout who almost magically made it into the honors program, which even had its own dorm, Wood/Felder. Wood was the girls side, Felder was for the boys. I met a ton of new friends there, dated my first post-high-school girlfriend (who is now married to a staffer for the Georgia representative who first

Everyone has advice on how to best live life. I keep forgetting to jot mine down. In mo particular order: Rhetorical questions are pointless. They are traps and weapons for politicians and lawyers. If you are a politician or a lawyer, then use them. If you are not, don't. The only questions to be asked of friends and family are genuine ones, not ones meant to win for an audience.

I was supposed to meet Jessica on 9/11/01.  I worked my early shift at Media Play that morning, making room in a CD rack for the release of  an insane number of Jay-Z's (now classic) album The Blueprint, when the store manager came storming past me. In the months that I had known Rick Little he had demonstrated an impressive variety of serious faces. His face that morning was on a new level.  "

Normally, I enjoy your news casts on some level. They start at nine o'clock, which is great for me because I have two sub-school age daughters and am pretty much tuned out of reality after ten. Also, you have obviously gone out of your way to hire attractive talent in the last few years, and I am not yet at an age where such a decision doesn't influence my viewing habits.  You have made a couple

It was crazy.  Nadia was in her little incline bed (incline because she has mild reflux issues) which scoots around on carpet. I had her in the dining room where Sofia and I were eating lunch. She started getting noticeably sleepy, so I tucked a blanket around her, gave her her favorite stuffed lion toy, and scooted her into her room. She gave me this huuuuuuuuuuuge smile, probably because I set

I'm skipping a lot of time here, because I can't get into details without upsetting people who I care very much about. Some time in the very late nineties, I bought my mom the U2 1980-1990 Best Of disc. I'm not sure how many times she got to listen to it before I borrowed it for so long that borrowing turned into stealing. I'd borrowed it because of the Joshua Tree songs. Eventually I got to a

...but my sorrows, they learned to swim. I haven't lived in a world without U2. My earliest memory of U2 is from when I was around eight years old and I would sometimes take a leisurely bath in my mother's apartment on Saturday mornings when she was cleaning and had the radio blaring. The memory is of either With or Without You or Where the Streets Have No Name. I remember like it was this

If you interact with me at all, you know I am a huge U2 fan. If you interact with me online, you know that I have an annoying habit of defending the Biggest Band in the World. Yes, I know it seems obnoxious to stick up for a band who have pretty much done everything and made a shit ton of money in the process. It's not like they need any defenders. Here's the thing. I'm not really defending

(this is a repost from Nashphalt. I'm also putting it there because I'd like to make a two-pager out of it one day.) Living in the pediatric intensive care unit at Vanderbilt Children's Hospital is trying. Any development in the health of a child which necessitates intensive care is going to be stressful. Exhausting. Depressing. There are days of progress and there are days of regress. Mostly,

Pardon me. I've gotten some things out of order, I think. It's a consequence of doing this so long after the fact and not going over old notes beforehand. The opportunity to do these blogs comes quickly, and at night, so I have to knock it out as quickly as possible. I'll clean things up later. Nadia had been moved to the pediatric intensive care unit (PICU) for her massive abdominal swelling.

I had already checked out for the night in every way possible, but suddenly checking out wasn't an option. The transition from "look at how great we've been at raising Sofia, we can handle Nadia no problem, I'm just gonna chill and things will work out" to "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE AND WHY WON'T MY BABY STOP THROWING UP" was instant. I called the insurance company and Nadia's doctor.

I've been told that there are people who became very worried about The Peaches after my last blog entry. I am about to work on the second part of that entry, but in case I don't finish it tonight I need you guys to understand some things. 1. I promised that the entry would go somewhere less dreary, and I intend to fulfill that promise. Writing is hard to come by at the moment. Please bear with

I did not want Nadia. To be more specific, I did not want a baby with Down 's. It does not feel any better to state this publicly after all this time. It feels worse, actually. However, I have to tell you that in order to tell you about the emotional good that came out of Nadia's hospital stay. Jessica and I did not tell anyone about the possibility of Down's in Nadia until the genetic test

I swear. . .women, you are sold the strangest little non-books. You know the ones. They are ALWAYS on the clearance tables. I don't know why you do it. You have the internet now. Why buy books full of landscape photos and quotes on the experience of being a woman/daughter/sister/mother? You could write your own, if you tried. Those four dollars could have bought something more substantial, like

In October of 2008 I was in Memphis for my friend Michael Sheffield's wedding to his longtime girlfriend Konica. The wedding was on the roof of their apartment building, which overlooks the river, and it was great. The journey from the wedding to the reception hall was long, arduous, incredibly fun, and full of details that have no place here. I enjoyed hanging out with the Michael and Konica's

For those of us who hardly spend any time outdoors, this time of year is magical. We can open the windows and turn off the air condiditioner / heater without needing to bundle up or strip down. The air that we're supposed to be breathing flows through our homes, instead of the infinitely recycled dust and dirt that we've been circulating when we should have changed our air filters six months ago.