Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Russian Jack



Above is the short but somewhat steep hill that has been the small learning experience for this, my first season on nordic skis. I've been zipping down it easily these past few months, though in November it was a bit intimidating. I love it now. Also, this picture was taken this evening at 8 pm. Spring is coming someday soon as shown by the longer days and my slightly improved skiing. Perhaps I'll be pedaling down this path in late April on pavement with a little luck.

Friday, March 18, 2011

I'm brainstorming on the wise things I need to do with my son while also trying to find a way to pursue my own hobbies and interests at the same time. If I don't spend a little bit of time on the things that spin the wheels in my head I won't be as interesting as I can be for the little guy. It's a balance, though it leans way towards him. Great.

The one constant in the literature I read is that the more you speak to your child the better. I think this primarily helps generate language skills as well as encourages general bonding. Sign me up. I'm sure I'll be reading plenty of children's books, but why not Ray Bradbury stories? There are plenty of stories I've been meaning to read so why not read them a little more slowly and out loud? There are no vulgarities in the stories.

It strikes me as no sillier an activity than the permutation of "googoo/gaga" aping parents indulge in. Sadly, Becky's kindergarten experience has shown me that many parents do not even have the inclination to consider reading to their children. So my impulse has me on the right side of the curve.

The question remains: If the lack of vulgarities is the primary qualification for a story being read, will Poe, Hemingway, and Lovecraft be far behind Bradbury?

Thursday, March 17, 2011

You see all kinds of interesting people while waiting for your appointment at the OB/GYN office. You see many people happy and overjoyed at their situation (I'd include us in this group). There are a handful that seem skittish and nervous at the unplanned roller coaster they are on. And there is a huge amount that is a blend of both.

I like the young couple that consists of an expectant father with a plethora of facial tattoos. What kind of tattoos, you ask? Well, advertisements actually. Logos and websites in their correctly branded font. He must have received some sort of payment for that, though that hardly seems like a justification.

I liked "pornhub.com" on his cheek the most.

I'm trying not to be a snob, but I suspect my son will have a leg up in life on the the kid with the dad at the playground with a porn web site on his face.

Thursday, March 03, 2011

I spent a lot of time in Gage Park while my aunt lived there and beyond. This is a sad story.

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On a happier topic, it will be a boy come mid July! Let the name suggestions begin.