Future Poltergeist

I checked out this friendly map and I'm still having trouble figuring out who to root for in the playoffs. I'll give it a shot though: 8. Yankees. Ugh. 7. Phillies. Double ugh. 6. Brewers. Yeah, it's been awhile since they've been good. But we get enough smugness from Packers fans without them suddenly finding out about baseball. 5. Cards. Actually, this is about the point where I don't care if they do or they don't. 4. Tigers. See point four. 3. Diamondbacks. Again, see point four. 2. Rangers. In the same category as the previous three. 1. Rays. Because it might help them out of the ugliest stadium in baseball.

Today's happy place.

Tonight Mom complained that Facebook has changed the way we communicate. She misses the blog posts and emails. And frankly, if she was on Twitter, she'd feel it even moreso. Well, I don't miss the email as much but I do miss the blogging. I'm not sure what to do about it though. Other forms seem to offer better methods of getting info out. This is how I see it: Blogging: long form entries and things with a permanent record. Pictures (which would include personal pictures if we had a camera set up that I could work). Facebook: Shorter entries. Heavier emphasis on humor, especially funny kid stories. Links to articles and the occasional video. Twitter: Retweets and very short messages. Heavier political and sports content. Frankly the later two are easier. The quick hit form is more fun and better suited to my parenting duties. I worry that I'll miss having the record of those memories though. Would it bug you folks if I simply cross posted things on both Face...

There might be some crankiness here; probably will be. You've been warned. This is Banned Book Week. You may have heard about this somewhere or other. For me it's been from the Half Price Books twitter feed, where they've been promoting it like it's going out of style. Which is kind of ironic because the actual practice of banning books has gone out of style. What do I mean? Well, if you look at the list starting here , you'll see what I mean. Is there anything here that you can't buy on Amazon today? No? Well how can that be, seeing as how they are banned books? The reason is simple, these are all cases of things that were banned in the past, most of them more than a generation ago. At least one was 'banned' because a single Barnes & Noble store didn't want to stock it. That reflects bad judgment on on the part of that single store but it's far from a book being 'banned'. (By the way, if I go to the feminist bookstore at...

A couple of weeks ago when we went garage saling, I bought a 1000 piece puzzle. I'm not a huge puzzle fan but occasionally they scratch a particular itch like nothing else will. This one was a ' mizrah ', which is an ornamental Jewish wall hanging. (If you're curious, it looks similar but different than the one at the link.) Traditionally it should be hung on the eastern wall to remind prayers which way Jerusalem is. This will be useful when I someday convert to Judaism. Anyway, I've been pecking away at it up in my third floor abode for the past week or so and this morning I finished it. Or at least came as close to finishing as I will. The durn thing only has 999 pieces. I remember the house we got it from and I'm tempted to write to them and see if they still have the lone piece rattling around somewhere in their house.

From what I can tell, this is in Marseilles. (Quick story, I just booked a flight there last night. The airport code is MRS, which makes no sense given French abbreviations. They should have MME but that's being used by a regional airport in the UK.)

DF has a new phrase. He tells us to 'sit down' while pointing at our various chairs. This works especially well in the dining room where we do have seats that we always take. However he has also established that I should sit at my computer in the living room. Established it quite emphatically. He's learning and learning and learning. Every day he seems to understand more things. He can understand much more than he can speak, that's for certain. All very fascinating stuff.

Um, well, actually not so much. My new work schedule has me working Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights. The FP Gal and I aren't even sure when we can actually watch the show together. Which is kind of a bummer. So I don't know what happened tonight and I won't for some few days.

Not sure why I didn't stumble across this song earlier in my life. Heard it yesterday and found myself captivated. The 'story' part of it where people meet to create a life together is interesting and of course the 'have a baby now' bit catches my ear right now. But I also dig the under-music. Even an acapella version of this would be pretty darn listenable.

Just put DF down for a nap and came downstairs to find Relia finishing an ice cream sandwich she had taken from the freezer. She actually used this as a defense: "I didn't think you'd come down so fast". I think it's safe to say that she has some work to do before she embarks on her legal career.

Last night I got to take Relia to her tumbling class. There were six or seven of the little moppets, just playing along with the teacher, Miss Amber. This involved the teacher asking them to act like various animals and whatnot. Walk like a dog, roll like a log, that kind of thing. It really couldn't have been cuter. Near the end Miss Amber brought out some things to help her. A small trampoline, two balance beams and some big soft triangles meant for tumbling. The kids went around and around in a circle from item to item, happily playing. Then she brought out a parachute and they shook it up and down. She had a blast.

While in the car with the whole family: Relia: Guess what movie we watched at preschool? FP Gal: I don't know. Which one? Relia: I'll give you a hint. (long pause) It had a duck in it! Lots of laughter and we pretty much agreed that this was the best hint ever. A few minutes later: Relia: Guess what we had for lunch! Me: Give me a hint. Relia: I had water with it. Me: Uh, how about more of a hint. Relia: (long pause) It had a sloppy joe in it. The FP Gal declared that this was in fact an even better hint than the duck one.

This is video from the International Space Station (or possibly a series of photos stitched together). I think I can tell where I'm looking at but it's tough to tell.

A very interesting (and long) article from the NYT regarding the success of students. For the headmaster of an intensely competitive school, Randolph, who is 49, is surprisingly skeptical about many of the basic elements of a contemporary high-stakes American education. He did away with Advanced Placement classes in the high school soon after he arrived at Riverdale; he encourages his teachers to limit the homework they assign; and he says that the standardized tests that Riverdale and other private schools require for admission to kindergarten and to middle school are “a patently unfair system” because they evaluate students almost entirely by I.Q. “This push on tests,” he told me, “is missing out on some serious parts of what it means to be a successful human.” The most critical missing piece, Randolph explained as we sat in his office last fall, is character — those essential traits of mind and habit that were drilled into him at boarding school in England and ...

This was the 1996 Hugo Winner. Skip the first paragraph for the meaty part. Set in the near future (100 years or so from now), this book is set in and near Shanghai of that time. This future is replete with nanotechnology and Stephenson uses this as a playground, exploring how this would impact such things as food, security, entertainment and education. This last is the best part of the book. The book is subtitled 'A Young Lady's Illustrated Primer' and that's just what it is. In the story a very wealthy man is concerned that his granddaughter will lead too pampered a life to grow up the right way. He is afraid that she won't learn to take risks or bounce back from failures. In short, he's afraid that she will grow to be too soft. He asks a nano-engineer to create an interactive book that will lean heavily on Grimm's Fairy Tales and other out of fashion tales. These are intentionally darker and rougher and designed to give her something of an edge. T...

I enjoyed this. In many ways it does mirror the 'what is a planet' debate. The real answer is that the Greeks decided that Turkey and Africa were different enough from Greece that they called them different continents. Everything else has simply come from trying to justify that initial categorization and extend it.

Relia now knows how to spell her own name. She shared it with the check out lady at Target this week. Recently she has had some trouble communicating her name to adults that ask for it. The name is unusual and doesn't have any hard consonants to help make the framework. One day I told her to let them know that it rhymes with 'Australia' and that seemed to help. This is something that she'll simply have to figure out. She will run into this again and again over the years. Trust me, I know that unusual names mean doing some work. So be it.

Dr Mr Probst (or can I call you Jeff?) I've seen all but three episodes of Survivor, the first three. I saw the commercials and dismissed the show as a gimmick. Then I overheard my coworkers talking about it and watched out of what I thought of as self defense. I was hooked and hooked hard. I introduced my roommate to the show and she loved it. When I met my wife, I introduced her and it quickly became appointment television for us. We're both a bit sad when the finale of each season comes as it means there will be a hole in our schedule until the next one. We're always excited as each one begins. But not so much this time. Why? The returning players. Don't get me wrong, Ozzie is one of my all time favorite players. I've cheered for him the past and wish him well. Coach? Eh. But he's colorful and fun to cheer against so he has that going for him. Frankly, I hope they get voted off one and two. Last season gave us Rob and Russell and they dominated ...

I'm glad that I live in a world where this exists.

Growing up I always heard that everyone remembered exactly where they were when they heard that JFK had been shot. That made sense in some clinical way but I didn't really understand it in my gut until 9/11. Ever since that terrible day we've traded stories of how we heard. For those of us outside of the actual danger zones, this is our real connection. This is my story. Every morning I would drive from St Paul to Minneapolis for work. My job was downtown but I hated parking down there so I would leave my car by our old apartment and walk in. As I was parking there were preliminary reports of a plane hitting the World Trade Center. They didn't know if was terrorism or a pilot gone off course. I mentally filed it under 'strange things' and walked the nearly two miles to work. Once downtown I ducked into the skyway system. When I walked through Gaviidae Common I noticed that people were lined up around the atrium railing. Everyone was watching the giant TV. ...

Every year the neighborhood that the FP Gal grew up in has a big garage sale. Her folks still live there and we're over in that neck of the woods fairly often. Today we loaded up the wagon and the stroller and walked up and down some alleys looking for stuff. My focus at garage sales is 1) books 2) board games (especially the old ones) and 3) other stuff. Prior to today we had probably visited about 100 individual garage sales this year and I had very little luck. A few books here and there and one old Playstation game (now so ancient that they're almost free!). Nothing special. Today made up for it. This neighborhood is always good for books and this was no exception. They had classic books and good book club fare. I ran across (another!) book about the 1968 Golden Globe race around the world. This is the fourth one that I have and as far as I know there is only one more that has been written. What else did I find? Right at the end I came across this gem , The Dange...

This is pretty amazing .

I should probably put down some thoughts on the season, what with the opening game tonight. I didn't have high hopes for the Vikings this year but I'm a bit more optimistic now than I was. Basically I've moved from thinking they're a five win team to thinking that they could be good for nine or ten wins. Why? The coaching changes. Childress never impressed. The players never seemed to respect him. He never sparkled in game planning. Frazier has a much better relationship with the team and he has a pretty good reputation for football smarts. Offensive line coaching. For the past few years they've relied on something called 'zone blocking'. Now they're going back to a more traditional approach. Adrian Peterson has seen holes to run through in the preseason. This is new and unusual. It might turn things around. Lots of youth on defense. This can be a double edged sword of course. With youth you get mistakes. But you also get speed. And the se...

Today was nice. Very much so. There was a moment this afternoon when . . . well, let me paint the picture. I picked the kids up from daycare/preschool and Relia asked if we could go to a park. I wasn't prepared for that so I told her that we couldn't. I offered the back yard instead and after I told her that yes, she could have both a popsicle and an apple, she agreed that it would work. So we got home and made our way to the back yard. Relia got her full apple and for DF I cut it in pieces. He needs something in each hand or he isn't happy. This applies to pizza, mac and cheese and his morning waffles. When I was cutting the second slice it slipped out of my hand. I reached down and brushed off the grass before giving it to him. Later he dropped it again. He picked it up and then threw the other piece down so he could brush the first one off. We all played some catch and for a bit I actually got to read while they did some stuff with each other. The temperature...

Came downstairs for 'lunch' and the FP Gal has already gone to bed. That is all.

The season starts on Thursday so if you're going to play you need to sign up soon. Here is the info again: The first pool is a simple pick 'em league. Simply go here and choose to join a group. The group ID number is 24806 and the password is 'finally'. Each week you'll pick the winner of each game and assign confidence points. (The most confident pick gets the most points.) Also doing a survival pool again. For that you go here and join a group. The group ID for this one is 9892 and the password is 'football!'. Survival football is played by choosing one team each week. If your team loses you are eliminated. You can only pick a team once per season. This can be a lot of fun if you can make it into midseason or further. Remember, there is no charge.

Dad took some pictures and posted them here . I took some pics but they're trapped on the camera and I need the FP Gal's help to free them. If/When I do I'll post them here.

And a happy birthday to my brother Hans!

Yesterday I followed Micah's advice and took the kids to the Eagle Center in Wabasha. We followed Google maps advice and ended up doing a bunch of driving on the Wisconsin side of the river valley. Big beautiful rocky bluffs and lots of trees. Quaint little towns who must have a huge seasonal impact on busyness. We got to the center in time for their early program. The place is new and good looking. They have a room where a half dozen eagles are on their perches about three feet away from the viewing public. All of them have wing issues and can't really fly. But they can jump around a bit so you can see some out stretched wings. The program seemed fun but I only saw a bit of it. DF isn't really thrilled about the idea of sitting still for an hour so he and I walked around the rest of the place. Relia got to go up and measure her wingspan. If you're interested, it's about the same as a crow. The place looks nice. There are several exhibits that featur...

Update: (Via Althouse ) Comes this interesting description: The Eiffel Tower wasn’t just the largest thing that anyone had ever proposed to build, it was the largest completely useless thing. It wasn’t a palace or burial chamber or place of worship. It didn’t even commemorate a fallen hero. Eiffel gamely insisted that his tower would have many practical applications—that it would make a terrific military lookout and that one could do useful aeronautical and meteorological experiments from its upper reaches—but eventually even he admitted that mostly he wished to build it simply for the slightly strange pleasure of making something really quite enormous. Many people loathed it, especially artists and intellectuals. A group of notables that included Alexandre Dumas, Émile Zola, Paul Verlaine, and Guy de Maupassant submitted a long, rather overexcited letter protesting at “the deflowering of Paris” and arguing that “when foreigners come to see our exhibition they will ...

(I may need to delete this entry when the kids get older.) Sometimes when DF has teeth coming in he also gets some diaper rash. (Apparently this is common but I don't understand the connection.) Anyway he has some molars coming in and his bottom looks dreadful. [A number of metaphors came to mind here but I'll err on the side of good taste and just leave it at that. -ed] Anyway, the FP Gal took the kids out to the backyard this afternoon and decided to let DF go bare so he could air dry a bit. His shirt today is a bit long so he was pretty decent. And it's a private back yard and he's 16 months old. So no problem. At one point he and Relia both sat in our new wagon, the chairs face each other. I was watching from across the yard and she started bending down and touching him. I called her over and quietly asked what she was doing. She told me "I'm playing with his vagina." I told her that this was a private area and she should simply leave ...