1. Books involving care of babies, before they are born (apparently there is a word for this “Prenatal,” I have another word for this “Coitus Interuptis.”) books about after birth, (not afterbirth,) but more along the lines of the child’s first year*. Books on how to sign, books on how to baby sign, books on what music to listen to while the child-thing is in the womb-thing, perhaps Mozart, or Johannes Brahms or even something more uplifting and waltzy like Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s Ball-cracker. My thoughts are that the musical notes wafting through the child’s embryonic fluids will replicate an environment much like Masaru Emoto’s water experiments**. Bottom line is that I need more information before I begin conduct my own experiments in child rearing.
2. New tires for the CVR. They just extended the studded tire deadline, which is good news for Kim and I and our safety considering we live in a world that much resembles that of the ice planet Hoth. The new tires will mostly likely be a supreme upgrade to past tires. We want; we need tires that will drive over broken glass, land mines, barbed wire, and most importantly the streets of Kodiak with out getting a flat tire.
3. Head phones for work, something that completely covers my ears, and something I can get lost into.
4. Is immigration really all that bad, or at least as bad as Lou Dobbs chalks it up to be? No, he is old stock, he has forgotten where he himself has come from, (he doesn’t look all that native to me.) how did it start, 17th century Spanish, followed by British, then slaves, then perhaps eastern and southern Europeans… when did the Irish come? I think twice, the 1820’s for some industrial canal building and of course the great famine, 1845-52 “An Gorta Mór”*** Then later the Puerto Ricans and now Mexicans. All off this seems so normal to me when looking at it from a historical viewpoint. Hell, America belongs more to the Native Mexicans than it ever will to Lou Dobbs.
NOTES on the ABOVE
* I have never really understood all the labels attached to this. Prenatle-embryo-yo, fetus-fetal-position, infant, toddler, adolescent, tween-teen, pubescent etc… It used to be, “that’s my kid”
**For those of you that don’t know Masaru Emoto, a creative and visionary Japanese researcher, conducted all those cool water experiments in which he studied the crystallization of snow flakes using human vibration-al energy, thoughts, words, ideas and music to affect the molecular structure of water, the very same water that comprises over seventy percent of a mature human body and covers the same amount of our planet. Bada-bing, drink more water!
***An Gorta Mór: The Great Hunger and a funny side note, it began as a fungus that traveled in crates of potatoes from America to Belgium in 1843. Within one and one-half years, the wind-borne blight had converted Ireland’s abundant potato crops to rotten tubers. Funny thing is most of all Irish fled Ireland to America, which only seems justified.
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