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Ezra: a hip cat, a hit with the ladies



Of course, the reason that I like the name Ezra, and I think the reason that Jen likes it, is the result of a few things. One, it works well with 'Henry'; and two, it works well with 'McCracken'. This should not be discounted lightly, and awful lot of names were discarded for this very reason. Third, it is a real name, but is kind of different. I say 'kind of' different, because it is left field enough, without being so removed that people have never heard of it. Fourth, well, this is a subjective thing, and Ezra sounds like the name of a cowboy (think High Noon), and cowboys are cool.

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Neva said…
He will love his name and if he doesn't...well...he gets to name his own kids whatever he wants!
Names seem to be a big issue in NZ. Here the story of poor "Talula Does the Hula from Hawai". She won! Hence Ezra might, too.

Was Ezra Pound an inspiration at all?
~tanty~ said…
I think Ezra is a very sweet name. I like it too.
Sue said…
Ezra is a wonderful name. I think you chose well.
kaa said…
Congrats on the arrival of Ezra! An unique name. Also thank u for your continued support of HelsinkiVantaa DP.
Kris McCracken said…
"Talula Does the Hula from Hawaii" is indeed a shocker of a name, but I saw that story on the BBC, and felt that the twins named "Fish" and "Chips" was either pure genius or absolute insanity.

Ezra Pound is certainly the foremost 'Ezra' in my mind (prior to my Ezra, that is), but I wouldn't say that I named him after him. I like some of Pound's work, not so much the serious fits of religious enthusiasm. The guy himself doesn't seem particularly likable, but if I use that to rule out a writer, I'd have to burn most of my favourite books!
Unknown said…
Congratulations!!!
What a bundleof joy he is. This picture reminds me of a picture in Colin Powell's bio where his parents placed him butt naked like this on a leopard skin.

Ezra's gonna protest when he grows up...
Love the name Ezra! Great and beautiful photo! Congratulations again!
Petrea Burchard said…
Kris, you are so kind to come to my blog whenever you do, cut/paste comment or not. It's impossible to get to them all (don't I know it!) even during a normal day. Your days aren't going to be "normal" for quite some time. What blessing that is, eh?
Pepe Alcaide said…
Felicidades por tu nuevo hijo. Ezra es un niño guapo con un bonito y diferente nombre. Gracias por tus visitas a mi blog.
Kitty said…
wow. It is hard to believe we all started out like this.

He is mesmerizing, I have to say. Helpless, pink, prone.

It's nice to hear of how intensely you feel at this stage. I guess I am naive..I never thought fathers would be so actively happy, yknow? I mean, tired, involved, yes. But smitten and happy. It's wonderful!
Kris McCracken said…
RSS feeds Petrea, that's the key! I have a folder with a heap of daily photo blogs that I can load up each day and tour the world without costing a cent!

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