Saturday, December 12, 2009
The Abyss 2009 Reserve
Its Sat night and all is quiet, except for the Digable Planets playing in my head. This band reminds me of my friend Seth, one of the coolest cats you'd ever meet. I went down to the moldy market (my local liquor store), which carries a great selection of beers. I found on the shelves a bottle of Deschutes "The Abyss" 2009 reserve. Wow, what a beer! What??? A stout with licorice and molasses and aged in oak and bourbon barrels??? How can you go wrong? It is an 11% alc beer but you would not notice it because you'd be busy enjoying the stickyness of its body, the depth of its flavor, the complexity of its aroma and the lingering taste of bourbon in the finish. I'm still descending into the abyss..........
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Monday, March 24, 2008
Oh, the Humanity
It's been a long road since Isla was born. She's such a precious jewel. It amazes me how she knows exactly what to do with herself, and she knows exactly how to manipulate us[parents]. Both of us have had a highly modified sleeping schedule as of late, creating hecktic situations out of otherwise ordinary ones.
The solution I have found is to just pass out whenever you get a chance, especially when she's nappin. Our baby knows nothing of daytime/nightime sleep cycles. It's a funny thing to be a daddy. I look at her when she's sleeping on my chest and I wonder what it is that she is dreaming about. It seems that such a young thing wouldn't even know how to but I see her dream and they seem like the most rich and vivid dreams...
She's just shy of 6 weeks now, but she is constantly teaching me new lessons. I see her interactions with her environment and I see that nature has equipped us humans with a marvelous set of survival instincts. I see how nature evolved to make the frequency of their cry match exactly the frequency the human ear picks up in turn precipitating an acceleration of the heartbeat, a raise in blood pressure and an overwhelming urge to attend to their needs. How at the mere sound of her cries, mom starts to leak like a sive. It's amazing how, even though she cannot necessarily return emotional responses yet, as a parent I know it's there. I'm convinced that she knows who I am and that she knows my touch and the sound of my voice and the rythum of my dancing. When she falls asleep in my arms, I know that she already completely trusts me. Lastly, I always wonder if humans are inherently happy or sad, but after my short time with Isla, I am convinced that humans are generally happy creatures at the start. It's a magical feeling when she smiles at you. She can keep you up all night, scream in your ear for hours, demand your attention constantly, test your patience in ways that you never thought possible, and then....she looks you in the eyes and flashes your the briefest of smiles and instantly, you've forgotten everything and your completely in love.
This past weekend we took her to our friends, Max and Jill, who had a baby girl, Iris, only one day before Isla. This was our first time meeting since the girls were born, but I was amazing how you can really connect with people who have traveled down the same road as you. The girls, as you can see below, were partying up a storm together!
The solution I have found is to just pass out whenever you get a chance, especially when she's nappin. Our baby knows nothing of daytime/nightime sleep cycles. It's a funny thing to be a daddy. I look at her when she's sleeping on my chest and I wonder what it is that she is dreaming about. It seems that such a young thing wouldn't even know how to but I see her dream and they seem like the most rich and vivid dreams...
She's just shy of 6 weeks now, but she is constantly teaching me new lessons. I see her interactions with her environment and I see that nature has equipped us humans with a marvelous set of survival instincts. I see how nature evolved to make the frequency of their cry match exactly the frequency the human ear picks up in turn precipitating an acceleration of the heartbeat, a raise in blood pressure and an overwhelming urge to attend to their needs. How at the mere sound of her cries, mom starts to leak like a sive. It's amazing how, even though she cannot necessarily return emotional responses yet, as a parent I know it's there. I'm convinced that she knows who I am and that she knows my touch and the sound of my voice and the rythum of my dancing. When she falls asleep in my arms, I know that she already completely trusts me. Lastly, I always wonder if humans are inherently happy or sad, but after my short time with Isla, I am convinced that humans are generally happy creatures at the start. It's a magical feeling when she smiles at you. She can keep you up all night, scream in your ear for hours, demand your attention constantly, test your patience in ways that you never thought possible, and then....she looks you in the eyes and flashes your the briefest of smiles and instantly, you've forgotten everything and your completely in love.
This past weekend we took her to our friends, Max and Jill, who had a baby girl, Iris, only one day before Isla. This was our first time meeting since the girls were born, but I was amazing how you can really connect with people who have traveled down the same road as you. The girls, as you can see below, were partying up a storm together!
Sunday, March 9, 2008
This is my governer!
Cry, Baby, Cry
What is it about babies and crying??? They say there are three reasons they cry: They are hungry, tired or dirty... Well, I say that is bs. I personally think she cries because she is teaching my wife and I a lesson for some ill doing in our earlier years. Perhaps she's trying to pass a small nation through her intestinal track? Who really knows what she needs or wants? She definitely has us stumped. I'm amazed at the lengths we will go to, to make her "happy", whatever that means....we sing to her, we bounce her, we carry her, we basically go to the ends of the earth to kiss her ass and she still wants more! Right now as I write this post, I've finally gotten her to sleep for a bit by turning on my stereo and putting it on a fuzzy channel to get some white noise. For now it seems I have won the battle, but for some reason, I think she'll win the war....
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Back to work Slacker
Way back when, like two weeks and a day ago, I thought that I would at least have a handle on this baby stuff... Turns out, Miriah and I are still hopelessly stumbling through parenthood trying to figure out our part in this whole mess. As a result, I also feel that I need more time to stick around the house to help out with the baby and...well, not work. I'm starting to like the idea of being a stay at home dad. Reality, though is quite harsh, and I guess that if I don't return to the ol' JOB, they might notice and stop sending them checks. Maybe it sounds shallow, but its true, most of us rely on our pay to make ends meet. If you have figured out another way of doing it, let me know, I'm all ears!
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