Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes.
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Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I've had it. I just can't take it anymore! I can't go on! Goodbye cruel world!
Just kidding! But I did slit my wrist...
There has been a lot of concern lately and some very high-profile cases regarding the efforts of the religious right to put God into our schools and government. In some cases, they have succeeded temporarily while in others, they have not. Still, while I oppose their efforts at every opportunity, they do not frighten me as much as they do some.
Sara was having a heck of a time getting to sleep tonight -- crying her head off and refusing to lie down. I lay down on the floor next to her crib; sometimes that works, but not tonight. So I turned on my laptop, connected to the server, and started playing Stevie Ray Vaughan's Riviera Paradise and Lenny. Worked like a charm. She calmed down, lay down, and drifted happily off to sleep.
One thing that isn't a chindogu is the remote door lock opener common on all but the least expensive cars. Pressing a button on the key or fob will lock or unlock the car doors. This is actually a valuable safety feature.
Today, not only did Jared help bring in the groceries, he helped take out the garbage as well! Finally, this whole parenting gig is starting to pay off!
My nomination for a chindogu would be the automatic power doors that have shown up on minivans lately.
A week or so ago, I happened to mention, during a discussion at the office, that I don't watch scary movies because I am overly susceptible to the emotional atmosphere that the director is trying to create; I get scared easily. I noted that I had to turn off The Sixth Sense halfway through for that very reason, even though my wife had recommended it, claiming "it's not scary".
So my coworker declared "So you're a pussy."
Better to be a pussy than an asshole, I guess.
If anyone's noticed, yes, I'm way behind on, well, everything.
So we decide to go for a walk before dinner to tire the kids out, the hope being that they'll both go to sleep shortly after we eat. Unfortunately, by putting the two of them in a stroller and pushing them up and down our reknown San Francisco hills, we were accomplishing the exact opposite of what we wanted -- we were getting totally knackered while they rested and enjoyed a relaxing ride through the neighborhood.
For the first time in a long time (it can't have been more than the third time since Jared was born three and a half years ago), Rachel and I went out to dinner by ourselves, sans kids.
Well, it looks like not everyone was taking their stupid pills... Schwarzenegger's propisitions, the anti-abortion bill, and a push for more profits for the drug companies were all defeated. There seems to be hopeful news from other parts of the country as well. So maybe not everyone has been taking their stupid pills.
Man, oh man, have people been taking stupid pills or what? First, over in Pennsylvania, they decide to try to sneak an "Intelligent Design" (that's pronounced "kree-AY-shun-ism") textbook into the biology curriculum and now the school board of Kansas has voted to change the science curriculum (again!) to downplay evolution and to change the definition of "Science".
I bet you didn't know there was such a thing as Italian curry. Or American curry. Or Broccoli curry. At our house, there is.
It seems my Nikon 5700 didn't handle the rollover as gracefully as I had hoped. In fact, it scared the dickens out of me at one point, making me think I'd erased a full set of pictures.
Tonight I took my ten thousandth photo with my Nikon 5700. It was a picture of Jared's cast.
One of the big (as in gigantic, earth-shattering, paradigm-shifting) advantages of digital photography is that you can, quite literally, take thousands of photos for nothing more than the cost of the electricity used to charge the battery.