Future Poltergeist

While the FP Gal is searching YouTube to placate Relia: "I just hope these veggies aren't offensive . . ."

I've made a brief mention that I've dipped my toe into the twitterverse. A few weeks back I started following Jim Kerr, lead singer of Simple Minds and now he's following me too! This isn't because I'm super cool, I think he's just reciprocating. Or maybe he takes the promise from the first verse of 'Alive and Kicking' very seriously.

(I don't remember if I've mentioned this before but on the fourth level of the MOA there is a Mexican restaurant. On the outside and clearly visible from the third level is a very large parrot next to a very large bottle of Corona. She has labeled this bottle Parrot Milk. Which is easily the most poetic description of Mexican beer that I've ever heard of.) Today I wanted to buy some beer. My love of marionberries has led me to Sam Adam's Blackberry Witbier. I'm not a prolific drinker by any means but I wanted some for New Year's Eve. Especially because I expect horribly icy roads to lock us up at home over the weekend. I decided to pick some up after I picked up Relia from preschool. We pulled up outside and she saw some Corona signs in the window. "The parrot store! Are we getting a parrot?" No honey, we're not. I carefully explained that I was going to pick up some beer. (Let me pause for a moment and mention that we didn't have an...

Merry Christmas! I'll use this as a catch all and update as needed. The FP Gal is going to incredible forensic lengths to make certain that our daughter doesn't catch on that the 'Santa' gifts actually came from our hands. She has separate wrapping paper for the inter-family stuff and is being careful not to mix that up with the anything that came from the North Pole. Keep in mind that Relia is three years old and will be hopped up on candy tomorrow. So far it's been quiet upstairs. I told Relia to come into our room in the morning to try and keep her from coming downstairs and ripping everything open. Wish us luck! (Morning update.) And . . . the wake up went very well. Both the FP Gal and I were actually awake before Relia was. She came into our room and was very excited to go downstairs. The FP Gal got down first and I carried our big girl down the steps. She ran to the tree and found a big pile of presents! And then turned to the stockings and found ...

This is my favorite Christmas carol (though there are a good half dozen others that I love nearly as well). This version is pretty good. My favorite isn't available on streaming video, nor can it really be recreated. It involved the AHS choir singing in the hallway outside of the main auditorium. There really isn't anything like experiencing a rich song from the inside of a large group of singers. Add in my youth and general level of impressionability . . . and I don't expect that version to ever be topped.

Relia's whole month has been building towards tonight. She knows that Santa will only come when she's sleeping, that was established early. She's heard the bit about 'naughty and nice' but we haven't pushed that too hard. She's pretty good already and the pressure didn't seem right. Anyway . . . it was my turn to put her to bed tonight. We read 'The Night Before Christmas' and some random Raggedy Ann story. Then she ran to her bed and told me that she needed to fall asleep so Santa could come! We quickly ran through the rest of the routine (which recently has me telling her stories about Roxane and Calypso) and I left her there in the dark. Then I came downstairs and smugly told the FP Gal that I'd never seen her that excited to fall asleep. Not two minutes later we heard her knocking on her bedroom door. She does this when she wants to get up to go potty but we'd already taken care of that. I went up and she said "there...

Relia: (while dancing) Ladies and Gentlemen! (pause) Please get off of your computers!

Here is something lush and green.

Found here . The FP Gal and I are both big fans of thunderstorms but we've been cheated the last couple of years. Looks like we'd need to move a little more squarely to the plains if we wanted more.

Winter Solstice Lunar Eclipse from William Castleman on Vimeo . You probably heard there was a lunar eclipse on Monday. If you were in Minnesota, you didn't see it because we were busy having a snowstorm instead. Through the magic of the internet (now on computers!) you can still see it. (My understanding is that this music was only heard by a few people who had an unusual amount of dental work.)

My sister got me some marionberry jam for Christmas. Seriously yummy stuff! If you're traveling out in the Pacific northwest, find some marionberry products and treat yourself.

This morning we went out there and on a lark I called my brother. Lo and behold they were going there themselves! We went to the aquarium and the bookstore and had lunch at the 'Rainforest Cafe'. (Maybe someday I'll open up the ' Temperate Rainforest Cafe '. It would smell like cedar, have ferns and fog and would be blessedly laid back and calm.) Tonight we are going to my mother's Christmas party. It will be the first time I've been together with both my brother and sister and related in-laws since the FP Gal and I got hitched. It's been more than five years and we've added five kids between the three of us. Should be a good time!

Now that the weather has turned bitterly cold and deep snow has limited our options we've been spending a lot of our free mornings at the Mall of America. It's close to us, there is ample parking (if you get there early) and there is mucho space for three year olds to run around. Some random notes: We usually park in the Arizona lot, which is denoted with a cactus. Relia desperately wants us to park one floor down on the 'pineapple lot' but the entrance there isn't very stroller friendly. Someday, I tell her, she will be the driver and then she can park on the pineapple lot. We use the double stroller and recently we've moved Felix into the front seat. He loves it! He can see stuff and smile at everyone. Good stuff. Presented without further comment: Relia refers to Victoria's Secret as 'the boob store'. On most trips we go and visit the fish. Carrie recently wrote about her trip to Underwater Adventures and she does a pretty good sales job....

Ok, the family in 'The Incredibles' mostly match the Fantastic Four, the only difference being that instead of the Human Torch they have Quicksilver. My question is: Why is this a very good super hero movie while both of the Fantastic Four movies sucked so very, very hard? Is it simply a limitation of CGI as opposed to full animation? Or just the difference between good and bad writing? What is it?

Sorry, this is little more than a placeholder post. Maybe I'll have something interesting at some point but not yet.

Our next house. (Relia helped pick this out.)

The big news in these parts today is the collapse of the dome. <a href="http://msn.foxsports.com/video?vid=ca15cffb-3b66-49a0-84ca-20ed0a175567" target="_new" title="">NFL on FOX: Metrodome collapse</a> We spent a good deal of time this morning tracking down news and trying to figure out what was going to happen next. I've heard some wags say that it wasn't smart to have a snow vulnerable stadium in Minnesota but what they don't understand is that this was a very bad storm. A guy from MPR mentioned that this was in the top ten worst blizzards in Minnesota history. Not only was the snow amount very high but high winds also kept workers from clearing the top of the dome. It is striking to have something this high profile happen mere blocks away from where the 35W bridge fell down. Not that one has anything to do with the other but at this rate downtown Minneapolis is going to develop...

I heard earlier today that this was the biggest snow storm here in almost twenty years. Which, when you're talking about Minnesota, is really something. Highlights from the news: The buses have stopped for the night. The light rail is running nearly an hour behind it's schedule. The Vikings play the Giants tomorrow but so far the New Yorkers haven't been able to get into town. They were diverted to Kansas City and the plan is to fly up tomorrow morning. Needless to say, the game time may be delayed. According to the Strib, I-94 in Wisconsin has been deemed 'impassable'. Which is pretty crazy. I-90 west of Albert Lea has been closed down. I don't remember that ever happening while I was growing up but I could be mistaken. The FP Gal's parents couldn't open either of their doors because the snow was too high. They actually had to go through their screen to move enough snow to get some motion. I could only open our front door about five inches, and...

We've gotten something like 15inches of snow so far today. It's been so bad that they've completely shut down the Minneapolis/St Paul airport. I went out and shoveled at 8a and now my efforts are completely gone. Needless to say, we won't be going out and doing much today.

(Two points for naming this mountain. Hint, it's not near Albert Lea.)

This sounds pretty cool but I'm kind of ineligible to test it. What do you bicloptic folks see?

I haven't written much about my return to work and I bet some of you are curious about it (hi Mom!). First of all, I love my twenty second commute time. I'm on my lunch break right now and I'm able to come downstairs and spend a little time with the FP Gal. The best part of working at home is that I don't have to fend with anything outside when my shift is done. I simply walk downstairs as quietly as I can and climb into bed. The longest it has taken me to fall asleep is about five minutes. My office space is working well. It gets cold on the third floor but I go up early in the afternoon and start the space heater. The temp in the main space was as low as 45 last night (50 tonight) but warmer in the smaller enclosed room. My work uniform has the addition of slippers for my feet, a hooded sweatshirt, a snow cap and my new Viking snuggie. I think the FP Gal will slip upstairs some night and take a picture of it all but she hasn't yet. By the time my paternit...

Last night our internet was out so we had to rely on some old school entertainment. Relia insisted that we sing Christmas music to the new tree. We tried some of her made up songs ('Christmas! Snowing! Reindeer!) and then the FP Gal got out a songbook so we could be more traditional. As we paged through we came across this gem here (which I have a vague memory of singing at Dorian one year). The FP Gal didn't know it so she asked me to sing it for her. Confession time! My music reading skills are minimal at best and I have a bad habit of only remembering the tenor line, or worse the bass line. Anyway, I gave it a go. But I can't really let it stand at that. This really is a gorgeous piece, especially with the harmonies. I hope she'll give it a listen and of course the rest of you are welcome to enjoy it too.

The Atlantic has a handy list of movies that are expected to be serious Oscar contenders: The King's Speech Black Swan (which looks terrible to me) True Grit 127 Hours The Fighter Rabbit Hole Another Year Blue Valentine Conviction The Way Back Get Low How Do You Know? (which looks pretty good) Frankie & Alice Country Strong I'm not sure how many of them I'd see even if I had the time. They also mention six others that are either out for home viewing now or soon will be: The Social Network Inception Toy Story 3 The Kids are All Right Winter's Bone The Town I've seen the first three of those and I'd be happy with a win for either 'Social Network' or 'Inception'.

Ok, I found this more interesting that I probably should have.

Albert Lea, Minnesota

Megan McArdle has found what she describes as "the stupidest appliance ever". This one right here and it's not something that I'd ever buy. Or really use even if it was bought for me. The post is worth reading but I most enjoyed the comment section where a full scale discussion on single use appliances has broken out. I've got two single use-ers that I use on a fairly regular basis. One is a toaster that also poaches eggs and prepares Canadian bacon. It's basically an Egg McMuffin machine and it makes yummy stuff. I only make the full sandwiches about once a month but the toaster is big enough to do a good job with bagels. This gets used daily. The other one is the Pizzazz , the home pizza cooker. This one gets used three or four times a week, maybe more. Frozen pizzas of course but the FP Gal also makes quesadillas and I like to toast sandwiches on it. Sometimes I even bake cookies with it. We use it enough that we actually burned out the first o...

The FP Gal got me a Viking snuggie for my birthday. It's to be worn up in my office which really isn't heated. (Tonight's starting temp up there was 45 degrees. That's away from my more enclosed area with it's personal space heater.) Anyway, tonight was the first night that I actually got it out of the package to wear. Relia was excited to see it. Her comment: "It's so . . . romantic!" Um, that isn't how I would describe (nor the FP Gal) but it's nice that she sees the world in happy terms.

(Relia helped me pick this out.)

Interesting article in the Washington Post about 'Settlers of Catan' and whether it's the game of the moment in the same way that 'Monopoly' was during the depression. 'Settlers' is the most popular of the German style of games and a very good starter game towards more serious strategy games. The Post's description: It is, like Monopoly, a multiplayer real-estate development game, in this case set on an island rich in natural resources to which players have limited access. You need ore to build a city, and if you can't mine enough yourself, you can trade - but the wood you surrender in exchange may help your partner, or boost or thwart someone else. In Settlers, the trading - and the interconnected fates of the players - keeps everyone involved even when they aren't rolling the dice; there are multiple ways to win; and players are often neck-and-neck until the very end. The game has been constructed to last an hour, 90 minutes tops. A...

Last week I talked with a very nice lady who needed to fly from Hartford CT to Boise ID. This involved a connection in Chicago and she had to choose between two options. One of them was based on the absolute minimum time necessary to get from one flight to the other and the next one would keep here in O'Hare for about four hours. She wanted the shorter one but if she missed the connection she'd be stuck in Chicago overnight. Got all that? Good. As we were talking through her options she asked me, "If I miss the flight, how far of a drive is it to Boise?". "Um, about two days." She had trouble believing this. I went on to tell her that it might be a shorter drive from Hartford to Chicago. What does Google say? Hartford to Chicago: 892 miles, 14 hours and 13 min. Chicago to Boise: 1691 miles, 1 day and 2 hours (and I'm calling 26 hours worth of driving at least two days) I don't mean this as a sneer at anyone's lack of spatial awareness. ...

Yesterday Relia started asking questions about Santa. Her first one was most intelligent: how does he come down into the fireplace and not get burned? I told her he was very careful and had been doing this for a long time. This was something of an offhand explanation and it was out of my mouth before I realized that I had just committed us to the Santa myth. The FP Gal and I really should have talked about it before now and gotten on the same page. Whoops! She seemed ok with this when I told her and I'm not sure if we would have been better off trying to defuse it anyway. The idea of Santa, the gift-bringer, is fairly prominent in the things she sees and the music that she hears. If she was the one kid at her preschool who knew the truth, then she'd just become a pain to other kids (and by extension) their parents. Besides (I tell myself) this isn't a harmful myth. I figured it out long before my parents fessed up. I've talked with co-workers who said the same ...

Our birthday weekend is nearly done and it was a very good one. I was asked this year if I like our matched birth dates and the truth is I really do. It gives us the chance to celebrate together. Some notes: My brother and sister have similar birth dates with their spouses too. Not as close as we do, but pretty close all the same. Either it is some kind of weird coincidence or some kind of strange astrology is at work. Two gifts really stand out. I got the first three seasons of 'Moonlighting' and a Lego Beach House . I have very fond memories of Maddie and David fighting and let's face it, this is probably the only beach house I'll ever have. The FP Gal was going to give me a football day without kids. The idea was that I'd go out someplace else and watch the game. Well, we had freezing rain overnight and I'm much afeared of the icy roads so that didn't quite work. But she kept them out of my hair anyway. Thanks, hon! It's been a good and eve...

I've got to admit, this is pretty interesting .

To the FP Gal! Another good year under our belt and you still look as lovely as the day that I first met you.

Audio version! We've got the Christmas CD in the car and Relia is struggling to understand this song. Santa isn't a baby. Felix is a baby! Anyway, this was from this morning's go round. Relia: What is she singing about? Me: She's trying to be nice to Santa so she can get some presents. Relia: (after some thought) From his bags? Me: Yes. Relia: All of the toys? Me: Well, kind of. Relia: (very quickly) And then she can get them all and put them in a garage sale so that I can get them and play with them! Me: Uh . . .

Link here . We haven't really dug deeply into this yet but I'm sure we will at some point.

The FP Gal mentioned that we've bumped each of the kids up one seat. That means Relia is now in a booster seat (and will be until she's 16 or something like that). This isn't a big change for her. The buckle mechanism is the same. The only real difference is that it's not quite as high a seat and she can't see out as well. But . . . she's growing pretty fast and that won't be an issue soon. Felix has now moved from the bucket style car seat to a more traditional one. (There are probably technical names and the FP Gal and all the ladies on her chat sites would probably laugh at my terminology. So be it.) The bucket was great because we would strap him into it while inside the house and then carry him to the car. Then it would lock into a base and be all set to go. On the other end of the trip you simply undo the bucket and you can carry his colossal bulk around. Not anymore! Now we carry him out to the car and fight with him over the straps. Then ...

I haven't written much about the Vikings this year in part because they've been hard to get a handle on. Didn't want to judge them much during pre-season because it was obvious that they were waiting on Favre to rush in and save them. In the first few games the offense looked rusty and the defense was just good enough for them to lose closely. They've had so many injuries and turnover at wide receiver that it seemed like a few good weeks of practice and they could get back to being a high powered offense. But it never happened. Instead they continued to start slowly and sputter along, still losing close games. Never really out of it, but never in control either. They looked like they were playing the third game of preseason. Every week, they looked like they were playing the third game of preseason. At the same time it seemed like every tipped ball was ending up in the hands of the other team. Penalties would happen at the worst time. Never did they look like t...

(Yay, a book list!) Here is an interesting list of recent books . The list is made in an effort to suggest a common canon, books that most everyone would have read. Sound good? Here it is: The Road - McCarthy Fight Club - Palahniuk Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao - Diaz The Beach - Garland White Teeth - Smith Infinite Jest - Wallace New York Trilogy - Auster Million Little Pieces - Frey Ender's Game - Card Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius - Eggers How many of them have you read? I've read two of them ('Ender's Game' and 'Oscar Wao') though there are three others of them on my shelf waiting. I've at least heard of them (except the 'New York Trilogy'). But does that mean that this list represents books that most people would have read? No, of course not. Because we live in a fractured culture. We don't listen to the same music, watch the same TV, go to the same movies or read the same books anymore. That's just how it is....

This is one of those sneaky songs that you don't pay much attention to on the first few runs through an album. But it's now one of my favorites.

Holy cat bus, this stuff is cute . Make certain to click the 'earlier' button at the bottom of the pages to see more stuff. I'd love some of the prints for the kids rooms. On a related note, the FP Gal was thrilled with the Totoro appearance in 'Toy Story 3'. That's one of the reasons why I love her!

This was the 1978 Hugo winning book. The curtain opens on a young healer named Snake, a young woman who uses actual altered snakes to heal people. She is helping a young boy with a tumor, by spurring one of her snakes to attack it, poison the cancerous bit and save his life. While this happens the boy's tribe kills one of her other medicinal snakes out of fear. This is terrible news for Snake since her helpers are rare and difficult to breed. The curtain opens wider and we see that this is a post nuclear war world, probably Earth. There are still small tribes and towns and levels of technology vary greatly. Snake is afraid that she won't be allowed back with the other healers after losing her snake. She sets off on a quest of sorts, picking up new obligations and directions as she goes. This won both the Hugo and the Nebula (British sci-fi award) so it must have been well thought of. From this vantage point it's hard to see why. Not that it's a bad book by any m...

Actually, I haven't looked at a forecast, we might have nice weather for weeks and I wouldn't know. Anyway, today was nice enough for us to go to the park. 'Us' being Relia, Felix and I. Relia made a last minute plea for somewhere else but I told her it would be a sin to waste a sixty degree day in November. Once we got there she ran off to make new friends and left Felix and I with the stroller. The park we went to is right underneath the flight path and we had several jets go over. Every time one did, Felix would become entranced and follow it along until it was out of view. I think he was in awe. Relia made new best friends. She does every time we go. They're best friends for an hour or so and then she never sees them again. (I meant that to sound poetic but it came out really pathetic. She seems ok with this arrangement. I'm sure that regular school will bring about some life long mates.) It was a very pleasant time.

Remember the state map with representative movies? Well, someone decided to do the same thing with TV shows. For Minnesota they went with 'Coach' while I would have gone with 'Mary Tyler Moore'. I hate to say it but I don't recognize a bunch of these. (Though maybe that's a good thing . . .)

While playing with Relia . . . Relia: I'm not a baby! Me: Are you a little girl? Relia: Yes. Me: Are you a big girl? Relia: I'm a big sister! Me: And what am I? Relia: (thinking) You can be the cash register!

Ok, here is the opening bit: The entire thing, all of it in it's bizarre entirety started with a strange waitress asking me about a drink that I never ordered. "So how did that Colorado Bulldog treat you? I was right, wasn't I?" Well, she was cute enough. Enough that I didn't want to just tell her that she had the wrong guy and give her a cold shoulder. Besides I was on the road and when you're out of town you can use all of the friends that you can get, right? So I looked her straight in the eye, focused on her, gave a winning smile and said, "Huh?". Women usually remember me for my wit. I got a smile in return. "The Bulldog. I told you it was tasty." Her smile fell a bit. "You didn't like it?" No place to turn now but honesty, "Miss, I'm afraid that you have someone else in mind. I'm a beer drinker. Sorry." The smile came back. "That's what you said earlier and t...

Relia picked out this picture 'for Mama'. I think it's the lion fountain at Singapore.

While in the car and talking about the lynx family at the zoo. Relia: What would they say if I was in their area? Me: Little girl, get out of there! Relia: And what would they say if you were in there? Me: Big daddy, get out of there! (pause) Me: And what would they say if mama was in there? Relia: (thinks) How did you get in there? Me: (laughing) And what would they say if Pop Pop was in there? Relia: You can stay in there Pop Pop. Me: And Nana? Relia: (thinking) You can give them flowers. Me: And Grandpa? Relia: You can give them toys! Me: And Grandma D? Relia: (thinking very hard) You can give them something to eat! Me: (laughing again) And what do they eat? Relia: (immediately) Apple crisp!

I took Felix and voted this morning. For reference sake, at 815a I was the 93rd person to vote. I checked the post from 2006 and at 9a there had been about 150. There was some temptation to dress Felix in his elephant costume but I was afraid of being yelled at for 'electioneering'. Now I'll settle in for a nap (hopefully) and the parade of people ringing the doorbell to get us to the polls.

This was the 1977 Hugo Award winner. 'Gateway' is a book about voyages into the unknown. Not the warm fuzzy places of the 'Star Trek' universe, but a frighteningly dangerous place with a known (and high) mortality rate. How much can be risked to win riches? Especially when the risks are beyond your control? The story is about a man names Robinette, and his work to come to grips after one of these voyages. The chapters alternate between his description of the past and his current time sessions with a computer psychiatrist. The juxtaposition works quite well. You know that something terrible has happened but not what it was. Robinette has won the lottery on Earth and used the money to go to a hollowed out asteroid called 'Gateway'. This asteroid was a found artifact from an alien race. It features nearly a thousand small starships. Humanity has figured out how to start the ships, but not how to steer them. Volunteers go into them and out to the stars. I...

After all of the rejected storylines I've put out, it's only fair that I tell you what the actual story will be about. Are you ready? (And please keep in mind that a brief summary can't capture the whole flavor.) Ok, here it is. In this story, an adult man is out of town on business when he runs into another guy who looks just like him. The dig in to find out what's happening and discover that even though they were both raised as only children, they are in fact identical twins . Both of them check with their parents, who swear up and down that nothing untoward happened. What follows is something of a voyage of discovery as they try to figure out what it all means. This becomes especially difficult when they find another matching guy. And another. And so on. I'll have some kind of excerpt up from the beginning later in the week.

For those who are friends with me on Facebook or have been following me on Twitter, you know that I've been listing rejected story ideas before Nanowrimo starts tomorrow. I got this idea last year after I failed to get my story done. I kept thinking that I'm so much better at coming up with story ideas than I am with actually writing something that I'm happy with. It made me want to challenge myself to see if I could actually come up with one good story idea every day for an entire month. (You might quibble with how good some of these are and I'll admit that some of them are joke entries.) Anyway, I put one of them up each day. They are out in the world and free for anyone to take. (If you do use them, use your own judgment on what you owe.) I wanted to consolidate them in one place. So here they are! 1) A story about a vampire hunter. Or actually a story about someone who hunts authors who are writing about vampires. 2) A story about a long distance bicycle ri...

Months ago we asked Relia what she wanted to be for Halloween. She told us she wanted to be an elephant. She wanted Felix to be an elephant too. We asked again and again and she told us the same thing. Elephants. So that's what we did. We went to the zoo yesterday and the FP Gal put up photos here . Both of them are adorable (natch) but I'd like to talk about Felix. He could hardly have looked more like Dumbo. I don't know if it's the innocent smile but I suspect that it is. And the outsize ears. I wanted to booze him up and see if he could fly but the FP Gal said no. Relia has been cute in her own way. She has enjoyed trumpteting. Not the big shrill elephant size noises. More like little girl hooting. She did it at the zoo yesterday and we could keep track of her easily. I don't know what they'll dress as next year but they'll have to work awfully hard to beat the cuteness of 2010.

That's all of the degrees that the thermometer could find this morning. I am seriously not ready for winter this year.

This is today's earworm. After I dropped Relia off at pre-school, I took Felix off to the grocery store so we could restock and get ready for tonight's hot dish. He was his usual pleasant self while I shopped. He smiled at the nice lady who rang up the stuff. While I was bagging I could hear the overhead music and this is what they were playing. The lady at the next register noticed Felix and told me that he had a great smile. Then she complimented me on my singing. Whoops! Didn't realize that I was . . .

This was the winner of the 1976 Hugo Award. One of the themes of 70's entertainment was that the apocalypse was nigh and we were all doomed. This was especially true in science fiction, where doomsday movies were all the rage until 'Star Wars' arrived in '77. The book side didn't escape it either. The book starts out in a secluded West Virginia valley where a well off extended family is trying to make some kind of preparation for the coming end of the world. They're scientifically inclined and their efforts go into an extensive cloning operation. Sure enough, some kind of disease arrives and sterilizes all vertebrates. In a last ditch effort, the family begins to clone humans in hopes that they can survive long enough to regain mating. The second part of the book takes place a few generations of clones later. Each clone group has a near telepathic affinity with each other, to the point where physical separation is difficult for them. Breeding is done thro...

Very cool map here with each US state represented by a movie. I'd make some different choices, as the movies chosen are a bit too current (seriously, 'Jesus Camp' for two different movies?). But I love the idea behind it.

One of my other fears with the flights was the bathroom situation. You know, strange settings and periods of time when we can't get up. Seemed like a recipe for disaster, or at least changes of clothes. But not to worry, she did fine there too. Used the 'loo' on three of the four flights. Not sure if it had more to do with an opportunity to get up and move than it was bladder pressure. Anyway, the first time we went back I hung around outside the door. As she went in I said, "Let me know if you need help, ok?" She said, "You let me know if you need help, ok daddy?" I solemnly agreed that I would. After she was done she opened up the door. I helped her wash her hands and asked her if she flushed. She told me she didn't know how to, which is totally understandable. I looked around for the button, finally found it and pushed. It made that strange whooshing noise that airplane toilets do. Then she said, "Well that's new." How Mi...

This morning we went out into a damp, cool atmosphere. There were touches of fog still in the air. The streets and sidewalks were still wet with rain. Most of the trees still have some leaves, mostly in the classic fall colors of red, brown and yellow. Temps were in the 50s. And I loved it. Seriously, you could give me another month of this exact combo and I'd be happy with it. Two months. Six months.

The most challenging part of our trip, or at least the one I was most afraid of, was taking Relia on the planes. And when I say 'planes', please focus on the plural form as we had connections each way. Yep, we had to get out of one plane, cross an airport and get in a different one. With all of the potential problems that entails. So how did it go? (Let's break out the bullet points!) Relia wasn't scared by at all by the flights. Which probably makes sense as the motion isn't that much different than a car. Except for the thrusting and taking off part. (That's only similar to Hans's car.) No motion sickness. We've been lucky here as she really doesn't seem that prone to it. We used the kit the FP Gal made to lug the car seat through the airports. It worked very well. I understand that future models will feature beefed up D-rings. Our luggage content was six items (three suitcases, two backpacks and the car seat) so being able to strap ...

To tired to really post tonight. Just know that we're home, safe and sound. It was great to see the family, especially Relia playing with her cousins.

Hope you've had a nice week!

Usually I go with beautiful, if subdued, landscapes. Sometimes with ornate and gothic buildings. But this black and white of the staircase has a beauty that's easy to appreciate.

I didn't think that I'd check in but I've got a few minutes, so what the heck. Got in late Monday night. The flights were fine, Relia was an angel and the FP Gal's wonderous contraption worked fine. Did have some trouble getting the car seat unhooked on the last flight. They nearly turned the lights off and left us on the runway. It was foggy on the drive to Hans and Rachel's house. Relia said, "Maybe somebody is taking a shower and left the window open." By the way, she is loving playing with her cousins. There is lots of running around the spacious backyard and jumping on the trampoline. It makes my heart happy to see them have so much fun. Last night Josiah was quizzing Rachel on which countries she'd been to. He has a whole list of them and she was putting a star next to her appropriate ones. She asked where Bermuda was and he looked at her and simply said, "Look under 'United Kingdom'." He also drew a freehand map of th...

You have to appreciate this here. It's in Brazil, by the way.

And I like this one too.

Ok, we need a pretty picture to look at.

For a week or so. Tomorrow, Relia and I are heading off to see Hans and Rachel and their kids. I won't be blogging from the road. Take care of yourselves!

While brushing teeth this morning, Relia: And then the tooth paste just fell out of the pantry and said 'I want to brush little teeth'! Sometimes she's so cute that I suspect it's all a put on.

Relia: I promise, I promise, I promise! Didn't you hear? I said lots of 'promises'?! Update: And this rings a bell too. Especially when 'snacks' come into her head.

If you're a sports fan, clear some time in your schedule, click over here and enjoy. Goose bump city.

I recently realized that almost all of my recent music buys were inspired from commercials. Back in the olden days, this meant buying the entire album because you liked thirty seconds of music. And that's only if you could figure out what the song was and who was singing it. Now in our modern times you can simply jump on Google and find the artist. A quick search on YouTube and you can hear the whole thing. Then you simply bring up ITunes and spend a dollar. Et, viola, you have a new song to love. I think this was the first song to really get me. It was featured in a beer commercial, simply a slow motion shot of clydesdales in snow. (I'll let you guess the brand.) This was pre-internet so I don't remember how I found that it was The Sundays, but I did. Then it was a simple task to find the album at a used CD store. Fortunately, the whole thing is good. It was $5.99 well spent. Only later did I find out that 'Wild Horses' was originally a Rolling Stones ...

For various reasons, most of them having to do with watching Relia at the same time, we normally change Felix on the downstairs couch. It works out pretty well, being wide and plush and at normal sitting height. Of course we take steps to protect the couch from diaper messes. And that's what brought this post about. The normal procedure is to lay him down on his back and slide a small blanket underneath him. That means that you start it under his legs and kind of bounce him while you slide. He loves it. Gets his normal great big grin on his face. Just totally gets into it. He really is a happy guy.

Sorry for the very light posting yesterday. This cold is really kicking my butt. And being the sole parent for working hours yesterday was kind of rough. When you're working full time for someone else and you get sick then you call in and get a day off. When it's you and your kids . . . not so much. Not that the kids were bad. Every time I told Relia that I wasn't feeling well and I needed her to simply help out, she did. Which meant that nap time went well. And lunch. And so on. Felix isn't quite as helpful but he also doesn't get into stuff so it worked out ok. Today is preschool for Relia so it's just Felix and I. I've got a list of stuff to do as long as my arm but I'm not all that confident that much will get done. I guess we'll see.

C'mon and play!

Our entire household has a cold. Well, maybe not the cats. But the rest of us are in bad shape. Well, even that's not quite true. Relia has a bit of a runny nose and Felix seems a little out of sorts. The FP Gal and I seem like death warmed over. And not that warm at that. Heinlein said about sea-sickness "The victim won't die from it, they'll just wish they could." That's how I feel about my nose right now.

Interesting article in WSJ from Virginia Postrel about the effect of bike helmet laws: The result: A new helmet law reduces bicycle deaths among the affected age group by about 19%. It doesn't affect older riders. Since serious bicycle accidents are rare, however, the absolute numbers are still small, about eight fewer deaths a year among kids 5 to 15 than would otherwise occur in the states with helmet laws. "It's not a ton of lives when you compare it to something like wearing your seat belt," says Prof. Stehr. One reason for the drop is, of course, that more kids wear helmets when they get into accidents. But another is that many give up cycling altogether. Using surveys of parents, the professors find that about 650,000 fewer children ride bikes each year after helmet laws go into effect. That's about 81,000 fewer riders for every life saved. Helmets may save lives, but the dork factor also takes its toll. I must admit that I almost never see a yo...

There is a huge chunk of nostalgia trapped in here: There is something about the very first theme music that appeals to me. The opening guitar, in particular. Unfortunately, they've gotten away from it. And it hasn't improved. The graphics have improved greatly but you can see the point of diminished returns in the 80's. The newer series has been fine but . . . they'll never recapture the stuff I fell in love with.

Just some quick thoughts on how I'll be rooting. (Not necessarily how I think they'll do, however. In fact, a lot of smart baseball people think that the small number of games makes it nearly impossible to project playoff success. Not that I subscribe to that theory either, but strange enough stuff does happen that I won't try and predict it.) 1: Tampa Bay - I still think it would be great for them to win it all. They've been so good for three years now that it's easy to forget how long they were absolutely terrible. 2: San Fran Giants - Beautiful ballpark and I love to watch games there. Two prominent White Sox from 2005 in Uribe and Rowand. 3: Texas Rangers - Long, long suffering fan base. Another fun park to watch games from. 4: Cincinnati Reds - Back from the dead and the first playoff appearance since 1995. 5: Philadelphia Phillies - If they win it this year then we need to think of them as a dynasty. And then we can start hating them. 6: Atlanta - Them ...

Have you seen this one? The ad opens with a deer limping away from an auto accident. The front part of the car is completely mashed and the deer, a fawn really, looks like he could just walk off the injury. What the hell is that deer made of? That would be some tough, tough venison.

While driving to preschool this morning. Relia: I'm talking to myself. Me: Relia: I said that I'm talking to myself. Me: Relia: Daddy! Me: What? Relia: I'm talking to myself! Me: Oh. Very good sweetheart. Keep it up.

Today was Relia's first day of preschool. (I dutifully took some pictures this morning and I'm assuming that the FP Gal can work her magic and insert them in here.) This wasn't really a bittersweet moment. For one, she's been going to this same spot for three years. Which doesn't seem possible but she really started there in October of 2007(!). Getting her all packed up took about 45 minutes this morning. I had to make certain that she had enough clothes and various other sundries. As it was I still forgot her contact information sheet. Well, it'll get there tomorrow. Relia has been anticipating this day for some weeks now. She has a dress that she's been calling her 'preschool dress' since sometime in August. Got her in it and insisted that she wear pants underneath. She wanted to accessorize with a separate skirt; I told her maybe tomorrow. Got to preschool and discovered that she has a different cubby now. But she still sits in the same...

Tonight's episode featured coffins in Ghana that were specially designed to say something about their future occupant. There were fish and lobsters and objects like pianos and cameras. The FP Gal asked if I would go for a tiger or a book. Either one would be fine but let's think about it for a moment . . . In a Ghanaian zombie movie, wouldn't the undead look better exiting a coffin shaped like a book? Feel free to share your coffin shape in the comments.

We just finished the wettest recorded September in Minnesota history. It was also on the cool side though I don't know if it was historic in any way. Last year we had a cool September and the coldest October we'd ever had. I'm hopeful that we avoid the same pattern. A couple of weeks ago we had the official end of summer. Don't remember where but I read an argument somewhere to ignore the 'official' seasons and judge the times by when they make the most sense. The article pointed out that the solstices and equinoxes used to be regarded as the half way points. That's why Midsummer night is on June 21 even though that's the official beginning. I think here we generally regard the beginning of Autumn as somewhere near the start of September and the end around mid November. That would start winter about five weeks earlier than it does 'officially'. Winter doesn't end here until sometime around the end of March or about a week after equino...

We've had quite a bit of rain this year but I could still use one more thunderstorm before the season is over. It took me about four minutes to figure out where I knew the music from. Now I think that it's my favorite version of this song. (Love the music but the video is only so-so.)

Interesting news on the astronomy front : Orbiting a nearby red dwarf star called Gliese 581 are 6 planets. One of them is a rocky ball, bigger than Earth, in the "habitable zone" where water is liquid and temperatures are human-friendly. It's possible we could live there. Unlike Earth, this planet called Gliese 581g, is "tidally locked" to its star. That means one side of the planet always faces the sun, and the other faces darkness. Temperatures on the two sides would be dramatically different, with the livable area in the "terminator" between day and night. Living on Gliese 581g would put you in an eternal twilight, which doesn't sound bad at all. Temperatures in the terminator area might be between -24 and 10 degrees Fahrenheit (-31 to -12 degrees Celsius), which is the average temperature of the planet's surface. So things would be a bit chilly, but if you could always visit the perma-sun on dayside if you needed a dose of red...