By the way...

(This is not a post. This is a p.s.a. An actual post follows right below it, which I sweated out over two days, and then promptly slapped this press clipping right over it.)

Yours truly, along with Kristen Chase of Motherhood Uncensored, was the subject of a very kind and well-written feature on "Mommy Blogs" in yesterday's Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Kristen's recent move to the area prompted the story, as she is the prolific author/bosslady of several highly trafficked blogs, that run the gamut from her personal weblog, to shopping and sex advice blogs. Our mutual pal Isabel introduced us virtually, and I'm hoping to take her out and show her a good time in person very soon. Kristen's and my blogs could probably not be farther apart stylistically and thematically, which I love, not just because it made for a better story, but because it says a lot about camaderie and diversity among female bloggers. We come in many delicious flavors.

Here is a short excerpt of the whole, which was written by features writer Kyle Brazzle:

To draw maximum pleasure from Notes to Self, readers must be hip to Pittman’s casual references to Depeche Mode, Barbie as a latter-day Venus of Willendorf (“stylized, exaggerated and unable to stand,” she writes), the tragic Edies of Grey Gardens and marriage pronounced as “ mawwiage,” in the style of a Princess Bride speech impediment. Pittman’s sensibility casts her as a more somber version of the pop-culture-steeped cool-mom character from the defunct WB/CW television series Gilmore Girls.

This pleased me greatly, because it makes me sound much hipper than I feel. Patrick suggests that when I enter a public area from now on, I should pause at the threshold with feet and arms akimbo, fingers held up in Vs, and announce my presence with, "SUPERSTAH!"

I thought that might get rather tedious for the supermarket staff after my third daily trip there.

Regrettably, and archaically, you would have to pay 1.95 USD to read the entire feature online. Which I would not expect you to do unless you were a blood relative.

None the less, I'll go ahead and post the link to the archived story for the truly devoted

and the link to the photo gallery, where there is an especially lovely snap of my youngest son being read to.

or you can just email me at kyranp(at)yahoo(dot)com and I will describe the whole thing thoroughly to you.