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Project done!

Yes, my nifty airline food tray carrier is now a computer case! Yeah!!! It's pretty cool, except my new motherboard died. It smelled immediately of magic smoke,* and then with a "fop" the screen turned off, and now i've got a computer which starts for the merest fraction of a second before the power supply decides to protect the system from itself and shuts down.

*They put this magic smoke into computer parts which is what makes them work. If the magic smoke gets out, the part doesn't work anymore.

So now i'm typing from Ubuntu Linux, rocketing along on two hundred and thirty three megahertz of pure Pentium 2 processing, and this machine doesn't have a hard drive. Aah, the simple life. I'm practically Amish!

So... my point is that now i can return to the land of the living. Or at least the land of the non-obsessed. Mmm, i can smell flowers again! And did you know i have three children??? Aren't you glad i never drank or did drugs?

Not a proper post

Yes, i was tired today. But like the hardware zombie, i come staggering to life when the sun goes down and my computer project calls me.

So there's a teaser up there -- it's pretty much going to look identical to that when i'm done. But there will be a computer in it. You'll open the door and see a couple switches, some USB ports, and the power and hard drive lights. Meh -- tomorrow i'll finish it, and get some pictures up here. Plus i'll write a proper post. If i can drag myself away from my project long enough to.

Sad, Happy, Stupid

Okay, forgive me for posting super short.

Sad: Today Katrina and Houston were overcome with joy, wanting to show me something first thing in the morning. Well, i was getting them cereal or something, so i was in the other room until i heard Houston and Katrina squawking at each other, Houston was saying "No Katrina, let me hold it!" and Katrina was saying "No Houston, my do it!" Well, i came over to see what was up, and Houston backed off right away, and Katrina held something up for me to see, which immediately fell and SPLAT! the robin's egg they found yesterday in the back yard was destroyed. Totally amazingly sad! I wanted so much to see it, Houston wanted to cherish it, Katrina didn't mean to drop it (duh) but oh, the sadness! Houston collapsed in uncontrollable wailing and sobbing because he'd been so looking forward to cherishing the beautiful egg.

Happy: We ate good pizza and went to the park. Spending time with family is so awesome! And yeah, isn't that other kid that Zane is swinging with SO CUTE!!! And here's Zane looking cute as always.

Stupid: I've been working on my new computer case, which is more than half done. And now it's 3:48am, and i've got to function tomorrow. Early. SO STOOPID!!!

Happy Dollhouse

This is my latest project that i made with my hands. It's a dollhouse, made of $6.00 worth of damaged plywood (not the damaged part, hopefully) and lots of hard thinking and careful cutting. It's a lot more square and even that the dollhouse i made for Katrina, which remains totally cute and we love it... but that's always the way it is with me. I make one thing and it's really cool (like my first cardboard motorcycle) but the second one i make is quite a bit better.

So my next project is going to be my new computer case. I bought a Delta Airlines food carrying case years and years ago (before Houston was born) and also acquired a high number of fans (16 -- they were on sale) and a radiator, a water pump, some PVC bits, a magnifying glass.... lots of parts to make the killer-est case and water cooling computer rig ever thought up by a white man. But then i crashed and burned on the panorama of the Bible, which zooms across Houston's room, starting with Genesis, going through the exodus, the prophets, the kings, the exile, and the new testament. Then the very last, THE VERY LAST picture on the wall is Jesus on the cross. No resurrection, no chilling with his homies, no ascension, no pentacost or early church... it's kind of not good. I really should get my stupid butt up there and grab a five-year-old marker and finish up the drawing at least. What's wrong with me??? But anyhow, i kind of made a deal with myself not to build my killer cooling rig until the panorama was done, but now i have some new computer parts which won't exactly fit in my old beat up case, so an old beat up Delta Airlines foot carrying case looks like a good box for my system to go into. There will be some updates, i'm sure, and it will be neat (and quiet -- i'm not into killer cooling as much, more into fast and quiet) i hope, but not the astonishing work of amazingness i was hoping to achieve.

The Global Warmings are coming!!! The Global Warmings are coming!!!

My dear bro-in-law Eric thought i should stop worrying about terrorists and focus on, the um... "misunderstanding, myths, and fear" upon which global warming theory is based.

I was genuinely surprised that anyone serious still thought anthropogenic climate change was a leftist conspiracy, led by liberal whack jobs like the ebullient Al Gore. No, by the way, i've never seen An Inconvenient Truth. Even more by the way, i think it's unbelievably hysterical that conservative commentators have dismissed him as "an actor" since that film's Oscar success -- like, do they remember how Al Gore got his start? Um... he had this one job this one time where he was the Vice President of the United States of America for eight years? Um...?

But besides "that actor" and other flaky Hollywood types with Botox on the brain, people really think there's some truth to global warming. The widely publicized IPCC report said that the observed warming trends are "very likely" due to human activity. A scientific group saying "very likely" is like me saying "pretty much totally definitely". So these scientific issues have been discussed by people far more qualified that i or my readers (no offense) so i'm not going to get involved in a debate on the science of it.

Instead, i'll post this question: why would they lie? Where's the motivation to get people to stop being environmentally irresponsible? These are sober, conscientious men and women who are actually interested in science who researched and put together this report. The consensus among the scientific community is nearly unanimous. Hilariously, the only group of academics who disagrees is the "American Association of Petroleum Geologists". Wait... petroleum..... Help me out -- who would be hurt if we stopped sucking hydrocarbons out of the earth and incinerating it?

And now it's school time with Juanito, because this part is my own random theorizing. Check it: the earth is kind of a closed system. The only significant outside source of anything is the sun, which pours energy into our system, and of course, space is a good energy sink for whatever energy gets reflected. The most concerning greenhouse gas produced is CO2, which is produced by virtually all life -- trees make it when there's sunshine, yeast makes it when it makes bread rise and wine and beer ferment, cows fart it, and so do humans! But humans also do crazy stuff like go searching for sources of carbon that have been inertly buried under mountains of rock and sand, suck it up and incinerate it in factories and cars, where the carbon gets mixed with oxygen to make CO2. It's almost like coal and oil are toxic wastes, buried by some race which had an overabundance of smelly hydrocarbons, and we've been excavating the stuff and gleefully dumping it back into the atmosphere over the last hundred years. The idea that we can keep finding ancient sources of carbon and releasing it reminds me a great deal of the fallacious economic idea that everything is getting bigger, better, faster, cheaper -- we know KNOW know that things can't continue to grow FOREVER. Not in a closed system, at least. We're forging recklessly ahead, and there is, by definition, a limit to the capacity of closed systems. Which means we're gonna hit it if nothing changes, and massive crises will happen when it does.

So: buy a little diesel hatchback from Europe, modify it to run on used fryer oil, and let that rapeseed plant bind up energy from the sun into chemically energetic oil, and get over 50 miles per gallon on canola!!! If i was stupidly rich, that's what i would do. Instead, i drive slow.
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Houston Copy 24

Today consisted of SLEEP! nearly until noon, and then chillin' with the fam, and then taking all three kids out with me to give Karen some quality cleaning time. She says that she needs to get "in the groove" to really get a lot of cleaning done. And it's mind blowing what she can do with a short three hours, three hours in which all i get done is go shopping and grab a bagel at The Bagel Beanery. Me? I need pounding techno music (or my recent favorite, downtempo psychadelic trance -- call it "techno" and purists will call you a moron) and caffeine and at least seven times as many hours to get the same amount of work done. But then i rather enjoy cleaning the house. Especially vacuuming. And doing dishes. Sweeping is my favorite.

Houston is getting more and more confident reading. He's going to, one of these days, simply decide he can read, and then he'll be reading Tolstoy. But that's his MO -- he didn't talk until he could form full sentences, he wouldn't walk until he could run... and he didn't say Daddy until he'd been talking fully for a few months. Then he said "Milk please, Daddy?" And a few days later he said Momma for the first time. How's that for weird? Talking before saying Momma or Daddy, and writing full sentences before being able to read. Our backwards boy. I call him Notsuoh.

Yeah... sorry about the rambly post. I guess i'm in a good mood because i'm making a Secret Doll House and it's going well. I like making things. It's going to be better than Katrina's in some ways, which makes me a little sad. But i messed up on the stairs, which makes me paradoxically happy.

Finally... Our nation is "at war". We've historically made the grave error of demonizing those who our government tells us is The Enemy. Since our military-industrial complex became established in response to WW2, we've been fighting Communists, Soviets, people involved in drugs, and now Terrorists. Terrorists are by definition bad -- killing innocent people to make a political point is bad -- so it's nice that our government has decided to battle such really bad bad guys. But when you say Terrorists, we Americans don't think of a militant white guy Timothy McVeigh or a member of the Irish Republican Army, we think of a Muslim Extremist. An Arab. So we need to understand these people. And courtesy of The Internet Thingy, i present this link, which presents Islam from a non-fundamentalist, non-extremist way.

Not much to say

Last night i locked my keys in my car. I broke into our Honda minivan one time using the strategy of prying the window frame back and fishing around in there with a straightened out coat hanger to grab the unlocker thing... and it worked but i put a tiny dent in the door area of the minivan. So i didn't want to do the same thing to our KIA, which both dents extremely easily, and was our only new-car purchase ever. And probably will remain so. It's a little sad that the only car we'll ever buy new (assuming we remain sane -- or at least not hilariously wealthy) is a car that fills the Top Gear staff with loathing. They say it's AWFUL. But i like it, so phooey on them. Sure, i'd rather drive something with a little more rigidity or power or handling or speed, but it's more reliable than a tree.

Yes, i really like our KIA Rio. And since it handles so poorly, i feel all studly and cool when i do fancy driving in the Honda Odyssey.

Oh... check out the silly animation film i did. It's after the break.
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My boys

I'm not a squeamish person. I will eat food that's been dropped, and finish a salad even after a hair has been discovered, and yes, i'll share spoons with my children. But today, as i was using my own fork to put dollops of Rice-A-Roni into Zane's mouth, i watched tendrils of fresh, cloudy-moist snot trail elastically from his upper lip to the tines of my fork. So i scrubbed the fork off, and got Zane his very own spoon. But he remained very cute.

And Houston asked me out of the blue if a giraffe could turn into an elephant. He remembers our discussion on evolution. He also had a big long conversation with me about the Spanish language.

Finally, there's a really good blog by this crazy liberal Muslim convert lady from San Fransisco who was trying to get properly embedded in Iraq, but hardly ever left the "Green Zone". She's smart and funny, thinks George W Bush should be imprisoned, and has immense respect for our armed forces.

I'm dating my daughter.

Everybody's seen Indiana Jones, Raiders of the Lost Ark, right? Well, if not, don't read the next sentence. There's just-off-camera brain chopping, there's shooting dead, there's burning of the hands, and to top it all off, there's demons going through stomachs and people's faces melting, complete with eyeballs dropping out of sockets. Uch. Well, one day when i was eight years old, i was playing outside, and my dad came up and said "Wanna go on a date?" I knew what dates were; those honey-sweet fibrous fruit things that hippies eat. And maybe i knew what the social thing was, but i was a little confused. So i probably said "What do you mean, Daddy?" And he said "I'd like to take you to a movie!" Well, i have been one of those jerks who refuse people's offers of generosity thinking that it's generous of ME to refuse, but i don't do that anymore, and i didn't do that when i was eight. So we got in my Dad's red Chevy LUV (seat belts optional!) and headed off to the movie theater.

This was the first movie i ever saw. Ever. Besides probably Sound of Music and Fiddler on the Roof which made monthly rotations on broadcast TV back when videotape was strictly reel-to-reel. The scariest things i'd been exposed to on TV were Star Trek episodes, the scariest of which was this episode with the scary monster thing... so the movie we saw was quite horrific. Poor sheltered me!

So anyway, today i went on a date with Katrina! We saw 300. Heh, no, no we didn't. I asked Katrina what she wanted to do, and she said "We can go to the store and buy carrots. And an Easter cake for Momma." With only a little more prompting, she decided on a trip to the store and then a play time at a park. So that's what we did. I'll post some pictures after the break, but lemme just say that Katrina must have inherited my pain tolerance (Houston can be incredibly brave, but i think he hates pain) and she's an adept climber. She fell off the swing for the third or fourth time this week, landing on her back, and wailed "My back!!!", doing the arch-of-pain that i've done many times when scraping or whacking my back pretty hard, but was then rushing to the swings again, with firm and constant admonitions to HOLD ON WITH BOTH HANDS!!! Both hands, honey! No, don't point at things. Yeah, and she was climbing that Buckminster Fulleresque dome thing, fell through but didn't fall because i was terrified at how brave she was being and was therefore hyper-ready to catch her, and immediately said "My okay" and kept climbing. Oh man.
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Utilize

That's another word which annoys me. Utilize. It has a near-perfect synonym in "use". Now, utilization is different and valuable, like "Utilization of steel ore" means "how MUCH OF IT is being used", wheras "Use of steel ore" means "how IS it being used". So if you're tempted to utilize the word "utilize", utilize "use" instead.

Okay, so i did something pretty mean to Karen on Sunday. See, we've been heartily deciding to home-school our kids ever since we decided that the academic standards of US public schools are... pathetic. That's okay, you know, a curriculum designed to work with thousands of kids will necessarily be mediocre, and we've always wanted more customized, flexible learning opportunities for our kids. Plus, home school keeps our kids away from demonic New Age teachings, Communists and The Homo-Sexuals too. Clearly superior.

But then, as i was listening to Karen, her family, friends, and so on, i realized that academics are less than half of what kids take away from school. The social aspects of being away from the home, meeting new people in a new, strange environment is profoundly important. So i mentioned to Karen that maybe sending our kids to a public school, specifically a charter school of some kind, might not be such a bad idea. I mean i remember very little about my academic portion of my early schooling (how to read "the", and that if you keep unconsciously standing up during an art project, you'll get yelled at) but i have loads of memories of a social nature.

So now Karen's in a state of inner turmoil and upheaval, because she's got a calm, ordered mind. Mine is like a bunch of marbles in an empty paint can in one of those mixer machines. That's what my brain is like.

Sad day

The details of the Virginia Tech Massacre are still unfolding. What a tragedy. Why do people have to be so VIOLENT?

So, um... i made some more salsa, and it's really good again. I'm making another doll house, and looking great doing it.

Oh! Yesterday i talked to my dad on the phone, and he described a recurring dream he's been having his whole life. It goes like this: he's in the street, and he finds out that he can fly. But it's "back when" there were more wires in the sky than there are now, and on the way up he has to dodge them all, like "wiggle through" them. After a while of doing this, he's way up in the sky and can look down at The Earth! And while i was listening to this, i was suffering from identity confusion, because:

I HAVE THAT EXACT SAME RECURRING DREAM!!! Mine involves flapping my arms to fly, and needing to avoid lots of high voltage wires like the ones on those enormous pylons, and it's foggy usually, making it a little scarier, but then i get way up high and zoom around with joyful abandon. Seriously? How can my dad and i have the exact same dream? Is this genetic memory? My only plausible theory is that he told me the dream when i was young and impressionable, and it appeared as my recurring dream. We'll see if Houston gets it too.

Bad picture, Rambly

While our rock star pastor Rob Bell was getting ready to give his sermon, i was thinking about some of the outrageous criticisms he's had leveled at him during his rise to fame (but i don't think fortune -- he wears the same clothes ALL THE TIME, or at least every Sunday) and reflected with myself that i've never noticed Rob being particularly critical of any particular person, or any group of people besides generalized things like... well, "people who go to church but don't contribute". But today he mentioned the "religious right" specifically, and said in no uncertain terms that they "will continue to fail" because for a Christian to seek to control people into acting moral was exactly not Christ like. Jesus had authority through service, not force. I was like "Oh no he didn't!" and was quite aware of my sitting next to someone who probably thinks the whole Moral Majority thing was a pretty good idea.

So check it out: the Kingdom of God as spoken about by Christ involves the first being last, putting others before yourself, having authority through service, all that stuff. And that really is how it IS supposed to be. People with authority should be servants above all, putting everyone else's needs ahead of their own. Their public decisions should be made for the benefit of everyone else, not themselves. I'm guessing that that almost never happens. Maybe Mother Theresa or Ghandi did that. But if a public servant (as politicians like to style themselves) had a policy he or she wanted me to follow, and based on their lifestyle, it was clear that they put others ahead of themselves, following that policy would be a joy. But the policies which get handed down from the stratosphere of power and wealth don't seem to come from people who care about other people.

Anyway... we had a lot of fun today, as documented by Karen in today's post. A five year old and a kite on a windy day are probably more fun that a dog and a dollop of peanut butter on a nine volt battery. And i hurt myself by bashing my kneecap into the dashboard of our car getting in it. I grimaced, thrashed, and hobbled around for a couple minutes and made low inarticulate sounds. One time when my friend Matt Ellingson and i forgot our mounted beetles for a science class which started in five minutes, we zoomed back to his house on my crappy Honda motorcycle named Honky, and going around a corner front washed out (that means "lost traction" -- happens ALL THE TIME on those bikes). Well, we fell so fast that our knees got caught under the bike, and it hurt. And our kneecaps were amazingly tender for weeks, which was only made worse by the fact that we seemed to bonk kneecaps with each other at least four times a day... okay, i remember doing it once. But in history class we walked past each other and bonked knees, and as i collapsed into a chair clutching my throbbing knee i looked up laughing in pain to see Matt doing the same thing. Like a mirror image.

Okay, i'll stop rambling now.

My silly hat!

Einstein supposedly said one time that the most important decision we have to make is whether the world we live in is hostile or friendly, and that will completely change the course of our lives. A liberal political commentator recently reminded me of that quote, and went on to say that George Bush and his circle of influencers live in a hostile world where preemptive violence is sometimes good (or, to be fair, less bad).

Well, today i was thinking along lines like that, and had a thought, which is completely devoid of originality, i'm sure -- my moments of greatest arrogance are when i think i've thought something new or interesting. So here's my thought: Each of us will gain a great private victory when we finally believe, without resorting to pride and narcissism, that we really are genuinely, fundamentally, pretty much okay. You know, "okay" meaning "not inferior to everyone else" and within the framework of "broken and sinful"...

See that picture up there? That's what happened tonight as i told Katrina to get changed for bed -- she squeezed herself out of her shirt, and pulled it off her head, which got stuck on her head. So she made a big funny face and said "My silly hat!" She then danced around, shaking her silly hat, while i got out my camera, and barely got this shot before she got serious again and pulled it all the way off. She's a very funny girl.

Final detail of the day: Katrina's cousin was pushing her on the swings while we were visiting Karen's family to say goodbye to Rick and Ashley, and i was holding Zane up so Katrina would zoom closer and farther from Zane. He thought it was one of the funniest things he'd ever seen. :)

Stupid word of the day

I'm kind of addicted to talk radio. Specifically, National Public Radio, that bastion of bleeding heart liberal broadcasting, which happens to be one of the only news outlets not paid for by huge multinational corporations via advertising dollars. I wish our politicians could say the same about their policies. "This policy brought to you by General Motors, who reminds you that small diesel cars make you hideously repulsive to members of the opposite sex!"

Oh yeah, talk radio. Karen mentioned recently the truism that all news sources are skewed and colored, not only by the preparers and presenters, but by our own perspectives. My blog has had a few discussions going where the unreliability of various news sources can be very suspect. So i find a show like Talk of the Nation to be extremely valuable in that it's well balanced, and seems to seek input from various sides of issues, and has a wide enough listener base to get intelligent phone calls from liberal whack jobs and conservative blockheads alike. So the news (whatever topic happens to be selected for discussion) gets well covered. And Neal Conan never hangs up on people, unlike a clip i heard of that Bill O'Reilly dude, everybody's favorite ultraconservative windbag, who threatened to send security over to anyone's house who called him and mentioned Keith Olbermann. Huh?

Oh yeah, the stupid word of the day. The stupid word is "cognizant". It means "aware". Seriously. They're completely, utterly, exact synonyms. Why even use "cognizant", besides wanting to sound all smart and crap? On Talk of the Nation today, two people said cognizant three, perhaps four times in two or three sentences. Good grief.

Finally, Houston's prayer tonight:

Dear God, Thank you for all the stuff i like, thank you for rainbows, thank you for tornadoes -- all kinds of O's amen.

My body was convulsing with repressed laughter, but i kept the laughs in.

It's snowing.

It's the middle of April. And it's snowing. Today on the way to work, i was driving safely below the speed limit, in the middle lane of the freeway when i saw an approaching cascade of slushy snow being flung right over the big concrete median by a big truck. When the huge arc of snow and water hit my car, it sounded like, i dunno, thunder, and i was driving completely, utterly blind for two or three seconds. In 2:40pm traffic, so there was plenty of cars about for me to pay attention to. Scary. And my question to the masses of cold and warm air around here who are milling about all confused: what are you doing? Can't you just settle down and give us some predictable weather? C'mon!

I'm reminded of Emo Philips' ecumenical prayer: Lord, please break the laws of the universe for my convenience. He's funny. Uh, anyway, i got to take Handle With Care today, which is the euphemistic (two big e- words in the same paragraph!) term for "throwing people to the ground and holding them there without hurting them", among other things. It was fun, as always, because it's fun to wrestle a little bit and get exercise once in a while. Besides that? Busy busy busy. Oh... cute thing: Karen put Zane in his jumpy chair, and within three minutes, both Katrina and Houston had run over to pull on his hands, push or lift the chair area, and generally disobey the standing rule of "Don't touch Zane when he's in the jumpy chair". So i had a little family conference with the kids, and discussed this clear problem. I put the issue to the group (of a 5 and 3 year old) and Houston thought, and said "Maybe we have to be in the homeschool room?" I thought that was a fantastic idea, so that's where they were banished for twenty minutes while i cooked lunch. A successful family moment, in my opinion.

Houston and Convictocracy

A new trick which has started to work around here: i'll get this totally hyper-dramatic expression on my face, and say "Houston, please please PLEASE don't follow me." He's socialized enough to recognize when i'm goofing around like this, so he follows me. Then i go into the kitchen and open the dishwasher, and turn around and see him and holler "Aaah!!! No! Don't look at me or come in here!!!!!" So he runs over, giggling. "OH NO!!! NOOOOOO!!! PLEASE DON'T HELP ME EMPTY THE DISHWASHER!!!!!" Houston laughs in glee, and grabs dishes and silverware and puts them away with surprising speed, since the whole time i'm in utter hysterics, begging him, pleading with him in the name of everything computer related to stop because if the dishwasher is empty, then we won't have any dishes in there anymore! Oh, the humanity!

It worked today with folding laundry, which was funny because it takes him at least a whole minute to fold one towel. Really, his arms are only long enough to handle a small hand or dish towel. The bigger ones he has to lay flat on the floor, walk one end up to the other, line up the corners, et cetera. And at the end, i hug him and thank him for being so helpful, and for understanding when i'm being silly.


Okay, so before the terrorist attacks of 9/11 and the US's disastrous foreign relations policies since, i was staunchly apolitical. I was a conscientious non-participant, since i saw, rightly or wrongly, precious little point to the whole thing. The politicians are going to do what they do no matter what, so i'll do my own thing, ignore the government, and refuse to complain. During my apolitical time, i came up with an imaginary political system which i was thinking about today in the shower, and have a few points to add. So here it is:

We should toss the current scheme aside, and then set up a committee of democratically elected Very Smart People who would have no direct political power. Instead, their job would be to assign the actual positions of power -- president, legislative, judiciary positions -- to nominees who come exclusively from the prison systems. Yes, convicted felons would be the only people eligible to hold office. We'd sentence them to serve their "debt to society" by leading us.

Here's the advantages:
  1. Our prison system is enormous, very expensive, and extremely effective at training people. Unfortunately, prisoners are getting trained to be more hardened criminals, insensitive to the pressures of legitimate society to be honest and productive. But with some incentives, i bet you could get prisoners to enroll in economics or sociology classes. And seriously, how much groundbreaking political theorizing was done from behind bars? Gramsci, anyone?
  2. We wouldn't be so collectively outraged when our politicians show themselves to be corrupt. Duh, they're convicts.
  3. Related point: people who got caught for some crime, were tried and convicted are possibly less proficient at criminal activity than many of the politicians in our current system, many of whom never get involved in scandals. What? That's because they're honest??? Yeah whatever.
  4. Finally, a proper deterrent! Even the death penalty doesn't seem to be scary enough to keep people from shooting each other. But the possibility of being made the governor of Michigan is horrifying. I'm guessing that the idea of being forced to do George W. Bush's job for four or eight years would be enough to keep all the kids at Wedgwood on the straight and narrow.
  5. Kids who come from at-risk backgrounds -- poor, high crime neighborhoods, abusive or neglectful families -- would at a stroke be transformed from some of society's greatest burdens to some of society's most shining hopefuls. The thug on the corner; future leader.


Whaddayathink?

Easter!

It's Easter! Others have written more passionately about this weekend than i could, Travis, in particular. I couldn't spend as much time with my family today as i wish i could have, because the donkeys needed pulling out of wells.*
*Referring of course to the time Jesus said you'd do that on the Sabbath, even though it's work... and somebody has to supervise the kids at work on our traditional day of rest, even on Easter Day of Rest.

Ooh, i got to work with my old friend Jennifer today, which made me happy. She's cool.

Music Videos I Like

At work we had a flashy-cool Zondervan Publishing style Christian book with a title something like "20 Movies You Can Talk To Your Kids About Jesus After Watching Them" or something way more catchy. Like... watch Napoleon Dynamite, and then talk about friendship and grace. Aah, i can't remember any better examples. But i remember reading it thinking how sad it would be if parents couldn't find anything to talk about from watching pretty much any movie with their kids.

Um, anyway, that whole preamble was too long. Sorry. So in my watching videos with Houston, i've been able to practice wresting God topics from music videos. One of this is the video to the song Days Go By by Dirty Vegas, a pleasant little dance tune which enjoyed its quarter hour of fame a few years ago, but has a really good video. I'm going to spoil the video, so click the ___more___ link and watch it first, if you want.

This 30's or 40's aged guy walks into the frame, lays down cardboard, and starts dancing, wearing a business suit with old worn out Chuck Taylors. People stop to watch him, and tell the legend of his girlfriend giving him the shoes back when he was a teen (and when break dancing was in its heyday, one presumes). But he "couldn't stop" dancing, so she kind of gave up on him and left. He realized what he lost, and dances on a specific day each year, to "bring her back". The small crowd which gathers talks about what they see, and here's the important part: at the end as the onlookers disperse, a guy asks the girl next to him if she wants to get a coffee. She grins and says "Sure!"

And that part gets me almost choked up.

The man is dances from sunup to sundown to bring back life to a relationship which faded into the past. His yearly dance has become a memorial. The epic effort (dancing for a whole day? wow) is doomed to fail -- it'll never bring her back in a literal sense. But as the dancer gets his poignant groove on, a new relationship is formed. Looking at the body language of the people who go for coffee, one can easily image the relationship becoming significant. And that's love! Life is about relationships; who we befriend, who we love. The love that the dancer lost cannot be revived, but love can be found anywhere we look! Shame on me for not choosing to look in more places, and also for not maintaining the loves that i've already found!
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Yesterday i was talking to Houston about evolution, prompted by this excellent video by Fatboy Slim, and basically outlined the theory, and also gave an overview of the more conservative evangelical idea. The most important thing, i told Houston, is knowing that however it was done, it was God's work, and nothing but God's work. Houston, being five, was wandering a bit as i discussed genetics and mutation and adaptation, so he interrupted me: "Daddy, you know EVERYTHING!!!" Hehehehe, i got pretty humble pretty fast, and said no i don't. But he'll remember my lecture, and if anyone tries to use some kind of theory to "...provide evidence that confirms the existence of a specific kind of creator", he'll be able to remember that God's sovereign and imminent and, you know, whatever.

This afternoon, the kids were in their new car seats, and Houston was exploring the limits of his novel freedom to lean forward, and was slumped over his lap. Katrina tapped his back, said "Houston!" and didn't get a satisfying response, evidently, because then she asked "Houston, are you dead?" Inevitably, Houston responded: "No."

Political. I think i make sense.

I couldn't think of anything to write tonight. But i totally want to do a post after yesterday's whiny post about how much everybody should pity me. Jeez. And just now Karen said something that made me think of a whole topic about which to post. But since you're reading a weblog, you probably read other weblogs, and have probably come across these ideas about a jillion times, which reminds me that i'm blogging for my kids to read years into the future... and they might enjoy my sophomoric efforts at political commentary. Also, Karen gave me a few hours of uninterrupted alone time today, which was so refreshing. I varnished part of the railing that i made. It's shiny, and starting to look Really Nice. Like i paid for it or something.

Okay... so today on public radio i heard a retired General named Jack Keane detail what the US military is actually trying to do in Iraq. We are trying to get the rampant and increasing violence down to levels where the Iraqi military and police can handle it. Keane said that a "Jeffersonian" democracy is kind of out of the question anymore. Not to mention that if there was a democracy in Iraq, the first thing they'd do, according to the polls, is kick us right out. President Bush continues the rhetoric of being "confident" that we will "prevail", making this conflict seem to be more about "winning" against something than getting people to stop suicide bombing each other. The something we're at war with has been Terror, which has never made much sense to me. But a War on Violence seems to make even less sense, but paradoxically, that seems to be precisely what's going on in Iraq.

The question is then, what is our job? Are we the global playground monitor, breaking up fights? I don't think we see our government in that role -- genocides happened in Cambodia, Rwanda, Darfur, under the view of our journalists and intelligence gathering communities and we expressed regret and let the UN do something or other. And lots of fighting happens all over the world with drastic humanitarian consequences, and there are vast organizations of Americans lending support, but most of them have nothing to do with the US government. So that's not our job.

However, the turmoil in Iraq has been caused in great part by our actions, so we are honor bound to try to fix it. We were incredibly (naively, stupidly) optimistic to expect the power vacuum left by an abolished dictatorship be calmly filled by our hand picked local politicians. Like... wha--?

So how much are we willing to spend on this good intended effort to patch up the horrific mess left by our arrogant march through Iraq? The human sacrifice has been large -- our young people are over there putting themselves in mortal danger, basically as a result of botched politics; this is horrible and tragic. But if we leave, how many more Iraqis are going to have their lives torn apart by violence? One of my conservative friends cited a statistic that more military personnel have been killed in traffic accidents in the US than in conflict in Iraq. Hmm, okay, i can believe that. But every individual death is a significant loss; the loss of a child, lover, parent. Death is the enemy, more than terrorists or violence, death is the Kingdom of God's enemy. Death sucks. But Iraqis can die too, and the non-American death toll that has accompanied our invasion and occupation of Iraq is staggering. And the violence is far more random and frightening to normal people, people who just went to the market to buy eggs are getting blown up. These women and children are not people who have knowingly put their lives at risk as soldiers do.

Okay, one more thing. This military action is hilariously expensive, and we're putting it on our Federal Credit Card. All other wars in recent memory have seen some kind of austerity campaign accompany them. People worked harder to support the war, people got paid less, people accepted shortages of all kinds. But this war is being funded with money borrowed from our kids and their kids. And we are sucking down those double cheeseburgers and drums of oil as though our economy depended on it. In fact, i get the sense that we're being encouraged to consume more, in order to bolster the economy with more money or something. Never mind that all that money comes in the form of consumer debt. Credit cards and home equity loans, delicious! I'll admit that it's a lot of fun to spend SPEND SPEND, but it's simply not sustainable.

So do you think we can stick around in Iraq for a while, wave our fabulously expensive M-16's and Bradley Fighting Vehicles and Apache helicopters around and yell "why can't we all just get along" long enough for the Sunnis and Shi'as to decide that their differences aren't as irreconcilable as they thought? I hope so. I also hope i have enough available credit one one of my cards to make my boat payment this month.

Introvert's Dilemma

Yesterday i felt a little freaked out. See, i love my family and friends, and spending time with them is very valuable, but for some reason, my "need to be alone" meter was hitting the red zone last night, after spending all day with people. And see, it doesn't matter which people -- i think i would have been frazzled if i'd spent the day with just two or three of those people. I choose to blame the synchronization of being almost-sick with the end of a very busy week for my extra sensitivity. Lots of introspection has led me to postulate that i'm at least half extrovert, since... well, have you met me? But i love being alone because then i can do whatever i want. Whatever I Want! Listen to loud techno? Watch a scary movie? Eat dozens of slices of toast with Vegemite? Yes, yes, yes!

I feel kind of selfish for saying that, but then i justify my attitude by reasoning that as a husband and parent and social worker, "me" always sits on the third or fifth rung of the priority ladder. At work i filter my choices through what's appropriate and helpful to the kids (which rules out at least one of my favorite techno songs), and at home i kind of filter choices in the same way. Katrina's lost blanket takes immediate priority over whatever i was doing. The hunger of my family becomes important even when what i was doing was engrossing enough that i'd ignore my own hunger. It's just what parents do, i suppose.

Hmm, maybe i'm an extrovert who's "well socialized" (euphemism for "repressed"), and i can be most extroverted when i'm alone.

So today, to help me out, Karen let me sleep until noon. Last night i went to sleep around 10:30pm, so i was asleep for more than a half-revolution of the earth, holy cow. And then i took the kids out for a LOONG time, to let Karen do some of her own thing. Our trip had a theme of Houston being energetic enough to be naughty, Katrina's tummy hurting, Zane being awesome, and then Houston hitting his head. He fell off the merry-go-round. He fell off the swing. He ran into the sign in our front yard "head first!" he said. He was so tired of hitting his head, that putting pajamas on was a welcome symbolic break from the traumatic recent past.

Y'know what Karen usually does when she gets alone time? Laundry.

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