James is sick

James woke up in the wee hours Friday morning with a temperature of 102.9°F. We called the doctor; the nurse on call said to give him some Tylenol and lots of fluids and call back in three days if the fever didn't go down. So we did nothing and the fever went down on its own. James was pretty miserable for a day or two and couldn't sleep for more than two hours at a stretch. Now the fever is gone. He has a nasty-sounding cough. He's a trooper.

When I was a kid, my parents routinely cured my childhood diseases with Jell-O and fun music tapes. Or so it seems through the lens of memory.

James stomping around in his dad's shoes.

They run for fun

More signs The Economist is going soft: Here's a quote from a light article on the economies of online role-playing games, some of which allow players to sell virtual in-game items to other players for real-world cash, and some of which forbid it.

Normally, this newspaper's devotion to free trade is unwavering. Yet curbing the trade of in-game items is defensible, since game economies are run to maximise fun, not efficiency. While writing his forthcoming book, “Synthetic Worlds”, Mr Castronova has been pondering whether real economies could be run for fun too. “Wouldn't that tip the economics texts on their heads?” he muses.

I'm reminded of the words of the great Dr Seuss (reviews):

From there to here, from here to there

Funny things are everywhere.

Here are some who like to run.

They run for fun in the hot, hot sun.

Oh me! Oh my! Oh me! Oh my!

What a lot of funny things go by.