Things thought about today 04/30/09: Kodiak, AK

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.

bball soccer baby, baby

I’ve been super duper busy lately. Coaching the girl’s soccer teams doesn’t get me home until after 8pm on most nights. Trying the throw in work outs and runs in-between and Kim is heading off to DC next week which means I have to volunteer at the radio station all by my lonesome so expect some mess ups. All in all it is good, no better than good, it is more gooder! Almost the best good that good can get.
Some land marks this month are the fact that kim and I have turned our bodies into holy vessels (no more drink or tobacco of any sorts.)
Kim’s purpose is to carry a child, my purpose is simply to beat Chris in basketball.
Here is how it will work.
Chris will come here, Kim and I will get him drunk and feed him chocolate while staying up late watching episodes of the wire. After Chris passes out I will repeatedly punch his hamstrings and quadriceps for desired results of purple welts. Then when he wakes up early in the morning, without any source of water (because I turned it off the night before) I will challenge him, his blinding headache and his wilted legs to a game of basketball. In which he will refuse until I call him a chicken shit.

notes

I thought of Iceland while listening to Sigur Ros, I ordered a watch and took some pictures of pigeons. you can make the pigeons grainy and cool in photoshop

saturday night soccer fever

my K&1st grade soccer team

good game, good game

it's true!

Heading out to Old Harbor

cesna


into the sun

buzz dive

Stella and her daughter Nina

god's land

herring season: the spotter planes locate the herring, call down to the boats and then the boats make a mad scramble to where the catch is.

outside a native/russian church

inside a native/russian church

hanging bear

kid art on native drum

just want to get out there and snowboard

our beautiful island

hello, what are you doing?

I just got an invite from my dad to join Twitter. On NPR this morning, apparently Ashton Krutcher out twittered CNN. All this “My-Face” [sic] is really starting to get to me. You people are like sheeple. Right now you have 8 different ways to better “socialize” with each other because that is what we crave this social networking, so you got these eight things to use that all save you from perhaps the most grueling yet effective way of communication which actually picking up the phone and calling someone…. here is how I rank them.

1. Face to face
2. Telephone
3. E-mail
4. Messenger
5. Letter
6. Blog
7. Twitter, face book, myspace and all that other shit.

So with twitter, you send up to 140 characters letting all your close friends know the “things you do in-between blog posts and emails.” This is great, so now I know that my friend Chris is driving to Costco, I know that that my dad is getting ready to water the plants. Congratulations twitter!
This is my observation. When I was overseas, when I was in Hungary which some would consider a third world country lacking proper phone lines, and mailing systems I actually communicated better with my friends and family through letters and an occasional telephone call. People! Prison inmates “socially network” better than we do. We have text enabled cell phones on our hips, email, messenger, Skype, webcams, “My Face” you name it we have a million and one ways to communicate.
But are we doing it better?
Now that we live in an information based society, is this the natural evolution - we don’t need to know the emotional state of the people close to us but rather just random worthless tidbits.

Here is what I am going to do. I am going to make an effort to keep my blog updated daily with stuff that I am doing, truthful stuff that has some meat to it. Kind of like a journal. But more importantly I am going to reach out to the people close to me. I already call every member of my family pretty regularly, but I am going to extend that to my friends. If you don’t want to talk to me, just don’t answer. I am not trying to stand on a soapbox here and speak down condescendingly, or act as if my stuff is so important that you should read about it and hear me talk to you about it, but rather I am trying to open up the lines of true emotional communication and connectedness and more importantly, I want to listen to what you have to say too.

same as it ever was

This years easter picture,, digging out for mass.

Last years easter picture, digging out for mass.

Easter

Getting ready for the smell of vinegar and food dye finger tips

Kim was so happy

dying the eggs