When Father's Day rolls around I find myself being included in the idea of “Father” as reflected in the popular–and consumer–culture. As evidenced in the flood of ad circulars and TV spots, Father is the guy who, on the third Sunday in June, might expect a new drill or grill, or a putter, a barbecue …

Primero sacas una foto – bueno, más bien 27– de tu hijo de tres años soplando las velas de su tarta de cumpleaños. ¡Qué mono! Luego las subes a Picasa o a Facebook, o las arrastras hasta Dropbox. Muy sencillo. Muy conveniente. Atención, pregunta: ¿y dónde dices que residen exactamente esas fotos? Solución, respuesta: En La Nube. ¿No es …

You snap a photo — okay, more like 27 photos — of your 3-year old blowing out the candles on her birthday cake. You upload them to Picasa or Facebook, or drag them into Dropbox. Question: Where do those photos actually reside? Answer: "The Cloud." Right? Anytime, anywhere, you can reach into the cloud with …

When I got my driver’s license at 17, I was curious about how things worked under the hood of the family’s battered ’63 Ford Fairlane station wagon. But I wasn't a car-guy. I really just wanted to drive –go out with my friends on Saturday night and get home again without breaking down. With over …

Remember Mr. Mom? A top-ten box office hit of 1983, its studio-biz genre-label summed it up as “fish-out-of-water father.” Imagine: Dad loses his job so Mom goes to work and he stays home to deal with the domestic chores — and the kids! And hilarity ensues. Man, this vacuum cleaner has a mind of its …

Last week my teenage son was complaining about a sore throat, stuffy nose, aches. I brought him to his doctor and she swabbed a throat culture. Negative. Nothing serious. “There’s a lot of stuff going around.” It’s always reassuring to hear that it’s just the same-old same-old. At the supermarket, a friend tells me, “Everyone’s …