Aside from soiling washable cloth diapers and disposable diapers, he’s essentially into sucking into his mother’s burst-into-porn-star proportions-milk-manufacturing boobies. His lullabies include music from the Smashing Pumpkins, Eggstone, Whitest Boy Alive, Sigur Ros, Jeff Buckley and yeah those obscure (only because they are not-so-heard-of) bands that comprise what they call Post-Rock Instrumental. He also gets a usual blast of Chopin, some classical and his mother’s wonderful singing.
He likes being read to, and so far has not been violently reactive when the passages from Daddy’s books are a little too nebulous, or not exactly recommended by the Infant Censorship Board.
Oh, and he’d be probably be rich as Croesus if he got a cent for every snapshot his parents took, or if he took a cent from friends and relatives who thought he was cute.
His other legitimate activities include burping, hiccupping and finally - farting, wet and loud.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
An Organic, Fair-Trade and Sweet Disposition
A rather simple surprise for the wife, who had some success in using washable cloth diapers for our newborn child, our own recyclable canvas bags for our groceries, and generally attempting to be aligned with the more sensible, more environment-conscious trajectory of our times.
Friday, July 9, 2010
The Pilot Sonic Tour: Towards the Expansion of your Musical Palate
ain't it funny how we pretend we're still a child
softly stolen under our blanket skies
and rescue me from me, and all that i believe
Some Determinists postulate that all of life is either already laid out in your genes, or in softer versions – the rest of your life will be determined by how the first few years go about. Some of them will believe that it has to do with the kind of reinforcements you receive. Others will believe that you are either in the stage of subconscious-formation that will go on until your latent years, or that you are immersed in a collective consciousness – with all the world’s historical and cultural archetypes.
The Determinists probably haven’t figured out who among them is right, if at all. But here and now, your parents will have to hand down patrimonies and the building blocks of your dreams.
In the womb, you’ve already been acquainted to the music of the world. In your first few days on earth, we set you off to your first serious sonic trip. Every morning, you still had your dose of classical music with Chopin clinging tightly to the notches of our ITunes “Most Played.” Your mother sang religious songs often, and your father thought that today, you were ready for the Smashing Pumpkin’s Mellon Collie and Infinite Sadness.
It’s our pick for the what-would-you-bring-if-you-were-stuck-on-a-desert-island? album.
carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree
and hold me for goodbyes-and-whispered lullabyes
and tell me i am still
Of course we only sang/played pre-selected tracks with what we thought were the Pumpkin’s child-friendly dreamily gentle lyrics.
and if i can't sleep, can you hold my life
and all i see is you
take my hand, i lost where i began
in my heart i know all of my faults
will you help me understand
and i believe in you
you're the other half of me
soothe and heal...
when you sleep, when you dream,
i'll be there if you need me, whenever i hear you sing...
there is a sun, it'll come, the sun, i hear them call me down
i held you once, a love that once, and life had just begun
and you're all i see...
and trumpets blew, and angels flew on the other side
and you're all i see, and you're all i'll need
there's a love that god puts in your heart
Really, fuck that Baby Einstein shit.
i've journeyed here and there and back again
but in the same old haunts i still find my friends
mysteries not ready to reveal
sympathies i'm ready to return
i'll make the effort, love can last forever
graceful swans of never topple to the earth
tomorrow's just an excuse
and you can make it last, forever you
you can make it last, forever you
We couldn’t believe that something as wonderful and beautiful as you came out of us.
beautiful, you're beautiful, as beautiful as the sun
wonderful, you're wonderful, as wonderful as they come
and i can't help but feel attached
to the feelings i can't even match
…
don't let your life wrap up around you
don't forget to call, whenever
i'll be here just waiting for you
i'll be under your stars forever
neither here nor there just right beside you
i'll be under the stairs forever
neither here nor there just right beside you
They say you grow up fast. So for all the time we’ve had you thus far, we barely slept and just stared at you.
by starlight i'll kiss you
and promise to be your one and only
i'll make you feel happy
and leave you to be lost in mine
and where will we go, what will we do?
soon said i, will know
dead eyes, are you just like me?
You slept quite fitfully and seemed to share your parent’s tastes.
