Archive for February, 2008
I’ll admit my most semi-realistic “dream job” would involve something for the Braves organization that would allow me regular access to all the home games (I’m just not sure how computer geek and baseball nerd work into a paying job title, or how I’d ever talk my wife into that one). That said, I may have a new dream job (this assuming “novelist” and “millionaire” don’t come to pass). I want to work as a librarian at Skywalker Ranch.
My favorite part of Skywalker Ranch is the library and archives (the archives I am allowed to see, at least; I’m told there’s a secret building of large movie props, costumes and original scale models). Lucas started his own research library in 1978–its early duty was researching plot, wardrobe and design for “Raiders of the Lost Ark”–and a decade later, he purchased Paramount Pictures’ collection of books, periodicals and clippings. Then in 2000, he scooped up the Universal library, which dates to the 1920s.
Or, more accurately, the teeth…. four of em. Grace went to her dentist this morning, with Mom and Dad in tow. She was prepped ahead that they would do “buzz” in her mouth, and was sedated. We’ve learned that A) she’ll be a funny drunk and B) that she’s also likely to turn into a mean drunk, and C) She’s strong willed. Which is another way of saying we didn’t learn anything. The office staff were great and when the sedation set in it seemed like it might be an OK day to try for two fillings and a couple crowns.
She started screaming and fighting it as soon as they opened her mouth for Novocain and it continued the whole time she was in the chair as they put in the two fillings. It took mom holding her arms, me holding her feet, and an assistant holding her head for the dentist to even get those done. We’re now scheduled for a visit to the hospital with an anesthesiologist to do the two crowns for her. I’ll upload some pictures of the ordeal soon.
I’ve not finished this article yet, but it’s a fascinating one. Many of you know that Sam has some sensory integration and processing issues that point to possibly registering on the autistic spectrum (most likely in the Asperger’s Syndrome realm at “worst”), and this viewpoint of Autism being looked at, not as a disease to be cured, but a difference. This plays into my theory that it’s more a genetic adaptation to the cultural possibilities we have in the 1st world these days (i.e. that introspective nerd programmer who married the introspective nerdy biology student may have a tendency to have kids even more introspective and nerdy than they are… we’re not all “nurture” you know).
I’m not sure how many of you have heard the stories about cookie frog (a name dreamed up by Sam for the little plastic frog he acquired from… somewhere)
For a month or two cookie frog did almost everything with sam; ate meals, took naps, played with toys. The one thing he didn’t do was go to bed at night with Sam, because cookie frog needed to sleep in his cave (which was a lantern shaped candle holder in our bedroom). Every night Sam would bring cookie frog in and put him to bed in his “cave”. Somewhere along the way cookie frog was misplaced and, though not forgotten, wasn’t as vital a part of Sam’s day.
A week or two ago Alicia found cookie frog again, under the sofa, and he is once again a near constant companion. The other morning when Sam and Grace got up there was this exchange about the beloved toy.
Sam (after retrieving cookie frog from his cave): Cookie frog needs to rest before he gets up this morning, so I’ll just hold him.
Grace: Ohhh cookie fwog sick?
Sam: No Grace! He’s not SICK. He’s just a TOY!
Wisebread (one of my favorite blogs for finance info) has this nice little list of ways to learn for less. My wife is a certified teacher in GA and homeschools our 10-year old (and the 4 year old too for that matter). We’re always looking for ways to save a few farthings, though supplies for school are one place we’ll certainly spend the money if needed. I know one of the places she’s done best for saving on curriculum is an annual home-schooler get together where we’ve sold off a few old bits of our own stuff and picked up a large pile other people’s books.
It’s tough to summarize something when they do such a concise job doing it with the article headline. The gist of the article (and it’s a short one) is that french people tend to eat until their full, and we tend to use external cues as to when we’re full (the TV show is over, our plate is clean, etc) and this has an effect on how much of our butt their is. My grandfather used to only eat when he was hungry, and occasionally this was only once or twice a day, occasionally more than three times a day, and it was rarely at 7AM, Noon, and 5PM, and he was always a lean man.
Today marked the 5th anniversary of my grandfather (Charles Pillsbury Sr)’s funeral.
My grandmother (Mumbo), pictured with him below, is gone as well.
Rest In Peace Pa Pa.
Bonus shot of Papa… tanned and muscular… the opposite of me with a shirt off.
Adorama was the place I used to buy backdrops and lighting equipment “back in the day”. They’re still in the business, even if I never ended up there. They’re running a new series of 100 tips in 100 days, and you can still find the first round of great tips from the first time they did this. I’m still trying to adapt my old knowledge of film photography and apply it to DSLR use.
Alicia apparently decided to start a new mythology today when handing out some Valentine candy to the kids: Cupid the Valentine Turtle.
Alicia: Here’s you valentine’s day candy from… the… valentine’s….. turtle.
Jake (looking at mom like she’s an idiot): Turtle? What about Cupid?
Alicia: That’s the turtle’s name. Cupid the Valentine’s Turtle.
I’m trying to figure out how to illustrate this. I’ve looked on flickr and found a couple of pictures… Here’s one of them:
maybe it’s not a new mythology after all.
Found an interesting article on caffeine consumption and how to get the most out of it. If I spent my days at home near better coffee I’d be doing the spread out smaller doses, as it is I do one big cup in the morning and ride that out for the rest of the day.