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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Friday, April 15, 2011
This is part of an ongoing examination of likelihood of the existence of god based on claims that he created the universe and of his perfection.
My eyesight is pretty good up to about 2 feet away. Any further than that, however, and I couldn't tell my kids from Kid Rock without my glasses. Like a lot of people, I depend on my glasses. Too bad my eyes aren't as perfect as the being that supposedly created them.
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This is part of an ongoing examination of likelihood of the existence of god based on claims that he created the universe and of his perfection.
Ah, how sweet the flowers of spring! Visual, olfactory, even auditory delights await the moment we enter our gardens. And yet, for many of us, this joy comes more as an assault than a gift. We step outside and our eyes tear up, our noses fill with disgusting goo, and we can barely breathe.
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I get it. You're using homophones.
Jared, in response to my comment that Sara is not allowed to whine until she's 21
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No, I haven't suddenly found religion, nor have I, for those who don't know me, lost a religion I didn't have. No, it is my faith in myself that is in jeopardy.
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Last night, Jared's dance class (the boys' tap team) put on a sort of mid-year show. They split the hour with a girls' dance class that takes place at the same time. Each class shows off the exercises they do and some of their more advanced moves and then does the dance routine they're working on. While the boys were performing, the girls (teens and pre-teens) sat in front of the seats to watch.
The boys did their routine twice and each time all the girls were standing up and screaming by the end as if they were at a Beatles concert. The boys were that good and the routine was hot. In a few years, I think, if Jared keeps at it, he's going to have all the girlfriends he wants.
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The World According To Jared: Romance
Jared, explaining the facts of life to his sister:
Do you know what romance is?
Love and kisses.
Basically.
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The World According To Ezra: Who I Am
Ezra, explaining to his Nana who that guy lying on his mom's bed is:
That's Roger, my favorite dad.
It could be worse. I could be his least favorite dad.
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No, I don't actually believe that. I don't honestly know, for certain, what President Obama's religious beliefs are. I do know that he has said he is a Christian and that he attends Christian services. If you buy me a beer and promise not to take me seriously, I'll tell you that I suspect that he says he is a Christian because he was raised in a Christian household and that he goes to services because, sadly, he wouldn't be president if he didn't. I'll also tell you that I suspect he doesn't really put much stock in Christian mythology -- or any other, for that matter; I think he's far too smart for that.
But there are those who really do believe that President Obama -- Barack Hussein Obama -- is indeed a Muslim, by heritage if not by active association. They will tell you that once a Muslim, always a Muslim and that, somehow, the fact that his father was a Muslim somehow mystically controls him and forces him to be a Muslim whether he wants to or not. (Funny how dead Christian parents can't influence their kids in the same way -- I guess Islam is more powerful that Christianity. But I digress...) They will tell you that, at the very least, Obama goes out of his way not only to not offend Muslims but to support them. And this rumour is so prevalent that a recent study found that 1 in 5 Americans believe that our sitting president is a Muslim.
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Once again, we've rolled around to June 1st or, as it's known hereabouts, Blogging for LGBT Families Day. Unfortunately, this year I didn't really have time to write anything deep or insightful, let alone earth-shattering (not that I ever do, mind you) but I did want to get something written.
So I will simply share a video that demonstrates exactly why I care so strongly about LGBT rights. Here's a dad who understands the issue not just because he wants to teach his kids right, but also because his own parents experienced the same sort of discrimination, only, perhaps, a bit more extreme. Now he won't sit idly by while other parents are harassed, brow-beaten, and devalued.
He says he's not a hero but, like so many others have said, he is to me.
This post is part of Blogging for LGBT Families Day.
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Bear with me on this, because I may wander around a bit, but I'll eventually get to the point. It'll be an interesting journey, I hope, in the very least. Believe it or not, this is about a child born of a trinity, a three-part child, if you will.
Do you have (or plan to have) more than one kid? If so, when the second one comes along, will that mean you'll love the first one half as much? That is, do you have a fixed amount of love and when you have two kids, you have to split it between them, giving each only half? Of course not. No parent would ever say that because it's simply not true. As Robert Heinlein wrote, "the more you love, the more you can love."
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At the kids' school talent show last Friday, the girl announcing the acts explained that the next performer would be playing Brahm's "Minute in G". This was then followed by 30 seconds in F minor.
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I know some parents who, in an emergency, have put their kid in the front seat of their car for a few blocks on quiet city streets, but no one really lets their kid ride up front regularly or for any significant distance. I am, however, thinking of doing just that.
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Break the law by following the law
Yep, it would take a republican to figure out how to charge someone with a crime for doing what the says they're supposed to do. You see, conservative tend to want to make things illegal -- being gay, smoking dope, teaching -- while liberals tend to be more of the "hey, do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't infringe on anyone else's rights" type. Hang on, you say, conservatives might not support marriage equality or legalizing marijuana, but they're certainly in favor of education, right?
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Yeah, that's how Ezra says "Here, Dad" these days. It's almost "hee-yah", but still one syllable. The thing is, when he says that, one of two things is happening. Either he's handing me his "Muk" (a sippy cup) or he's got his finger in my face with a freshly-picked booger on the end of it.
For Ezra, though, it's not something disgusting -- it's a simple problem of having something he wants to be rid of and wanting to hand it off to his servant, er, dad.
Of course, given that he's my third kid, it grosses me out about as much as does spilling a drop of barbeque sauce on your shirt. I simply take it and dispose of it. Because, after all, boogers aren't even close to being the worst that comes out of young kids. If you're a parent, you know what I'm talking to; if not, trust me -- you don't want to know. To paraphrase Jack Nicholson, "you can't handle the poop!"
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Not quite the ultimate sacrifice
PZ Myers wrote a very interesting article about the Easter spectacle, raising a couple of points that I hadn't considered before. If you haven't yet read it, I highly recommend doing so. It's okay, I'll wait.
Myers got me thinking about the big sacrifice Jesus supposedly made and it seems even more farcical now than it did before.
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