Parker approached me excitedly as I came home to tell me about his trip to the library. He was especially excited about a pop-up book he found that was all about sailing.
In the book, Parker explained, a bunch of sailors were going across the ocean in a sailing ship, when suddenly a giant Beluga came and wrecked their ship! The people were then caught in a whirlpool and diappeared.
Finally piecing it together, I asked him "Was this book called Moby Dick?"
Garfield Minus Garfield
I used to read Garfield when I was younger. I even had quite a number of the collected books, and was a regular watcher of the Garfield / U.S. Acres half hour on Saturday mornings. But then I grew to find the warped humor of the Far Side and the whimsical and poignant humor of Calvin and Hobbes more to my taste, and the orange tabby went to the wayside.
Garfied minus Garfield, however, has brought me back. Others have attempted to do the same, by erasing Garfield's thought bubbles or substituting a more realistic cat drawing for Garfield (Realfield), but none are quite as bizarre or sad as this version: Garfield has been removed entirely, so Jon Arbuckle talks to himself, coming off as lonely, schizophrenic, and completely miserable. It should just be sad, but it comes off as hysterical, because it pushes the normalcy (or dare I say it, the Nermal-cy) of the original and makes it extremely surreal - and yet I can still identify with Jon and his reactions to the world around him.
Powerpuff Z
I don't know - the Powerpuff girls lose some of their charm when they are redone in anime. There's something a tad uncomfortable about taking the characters that originally around seven or eight and re-imagining them as teenage Sailor Moon type characters - especially given that I think they are still supposed to be seven or eight in this version. Mojo Jojo, however, is always awesome.
The True Story of Mr. Roboto
Kilroy was a 46-year old shipyard worker during the war. He worked as a checker at the Fore River Shipyard in Quincy. His job was to go around and check on the number of rivets completed. Riveters were on piecework and got paid by the rivet.
Kilroy would count a block of rivets and put a check mark in semi-waxed lumber chalk, so the rivets wouldn't be counted twice. When Kilroy went off duty, the riveters would erase the mark.
Later on, an off-shift inspector would come through and count the rivets a second time, resulting in double pay for the riveters.
One day Kilroy's boss called him into his office. The foreman was upset about all the wages being paid to riveters, and asked him to investigate. It was then that he realized what had been going on.
The tight spaces he had to crawl in to check the rivets didn't lend themselves to lugging around a paint can and brush, so Kilroy decided to stick with the waxy chalk. He continued to put his checkmark on each job he inspected, but added KILROY WAS HERE in king-sized letters next to the check, and eventually added the sketch of the chap with the long nose peering over the fence and that became part of the Kilroy message.
Once he did that, the riveters stopped trying to wipe away his marks.
Ordinarily the rivets and chalk marks would have been covered up with paint. With war on, however, ships were leaving the Quincy Yard so fast that there wasn't time to paint them.
As a result, Kilroy's inspection "trademark" was seen by thousands of servicemen who boarded the troopships the yard produced. His message apparently rang a bell with the servicemen, because they picked it up and spread it all over Europe and the South Pacific. Before the war's end, "Kilroy" had been here, there, and everywhere on the long haul to Berlin and Tokyo.
To the unfortunate troops outbound in those ships, however, he was a complete mystery; all they knew for sure was that some jerk named Kilroy had "been there first." As a joke, U.S. servicemen began placing the graffiti wherever they landed, claiming it was already there when they arrived.
Kilroy became the U.S. super-GI who had always "already been" wherever GIs went. It became a challenge to place the logo in the most unlikely places imaginable (it is said to be atop Mt. Everest, the Statue of Liberty, the underside of the Arch De Triumphe, and even scrawled in the dust on the moon.)
And as the war went on, the legend grew. Underwater demolition teams routinely sneaked ashore on Japanese-held islands in the Pacific to map the terrain for the coming invasions by U.S. troops (and thus, presumably, were the first GI's there). On one occasion, however, they reported seeing enemy troops painting over the Kilroy logo! In 1945, an outhouse was built for the exclusive use of Roosevelt, Stalin, and Churchill at the Potsdam conference.
The first person inside was Stalin, who emerged and asked his aide (in Russian), "Who is Kilroy?" ...
The comic book store certainly didn't do a good job of it. Ten years later and it';s still like it was the last time I was in there - it reeked of clove cigarettes, the employees were way too busy counting inventory or playing Magic the Gathering to ask me if I needed help, and the stacks were incomprehensibly laid out. On top of that, the clerk informed me I needed to make a ten dollar minimum purchase to use a credit card.
I ended up waiting and going to another store.
I wish I could say it was worth the wait, The comic almost hit the right tone, but just missed the mark. If anything, Ash came off as denser than in the movies, and felt rather out of character. I wanted to love it, but it did fall short.
Maybe reading summaries on the web is an effective placebo.
High Noon - Garage Style!
I can now finally see the floor in my garage. And I have successfully cornered, caught, and moved the most fearless mouse in the world - whom I had been enjoying sharing several Mexican Standoff with in recent days. He had built himself a comfortable love nest out of a package or ornamental grass and was ready to raise a family. I moved his house to a lee in a rock about four miles from here, and gave him a few days rations to boot.
Saying No to a Client
I passed on a rather large and lucrative long-term third party contract today. A polling and marketing agency wanted to hire us to work on political pieces for the general election.
The problem was they wanted us to create and write copy for Republican candidates. Knowing how close this election will be, I can recognize that the pieces will have to be very persuasive, and will probably need to go on all-out attack. I knew I couldn't put my heart into it, and that they deserved to have a designer who can. So I passed.
Eastwood and Cash
I had the strangest dream last night. I was watching a music video fir a new Johnny Cash song, released after his death. It was a soulful ballad about a Ring of Fire, but in this song the Ring of Fire was also a metaphor for clairvoyance and seeing the future. In the video, Client Eastwood played a small time con man whose family possesses second sight.
In the beginning of the the song, a flashback shows how Clint's dad could see Clint's older brother having a heart attack while flying a fighter jet. His father reaches through a ring of fire and revives his brother.
At the end of the song, Clint performs some elaborate con in Miami Beach, culminating in two hypnotized men blocking traffic on a beach-front avenue. As Clint's older brother, who is now a policeman, arrives to direct traffic, Clint steps out and hugs him as a Ring of Fire appears in the sky. The ring turns out to be an enormous asteroid that hits the sea and everyone is drowned in a tremendous tidal wave.
I really wish I could remember the lyrics. It really did sound like Johnny in my head.
Slowly Twisting in the Wind
Here's one of Kristin and my favorite songs from college. We used to just find it funny, but now it's taken on a whole new meaning.
She set your goldfish free And now she's sighing Blew out your pilot light And made a wish
She doesn't have to have Her dB's record back now But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back
She wants to see you again She wants to see you again Slowly twisting In the wind Twisting twisting In the wind
She's not your satellite She doesn't miss you So turn off your smoke machine And Marshall stack
She doesn't have to have Her Young Fresh Fellows tape back now But there's not a lot of things That she'll take back
She wants to see you again She wants to see you again Slowly twisting In the wind Twisting twisting In the wind
She wants to see you again She wants to see you again Slowly twisting In the wind Twisting twisting In the wind
Holy Moses
Parker and Kira saw Prince of Egypt for the first time last week. It made quite an impression - Parker has been asking us to define God, which started a rather complex discussion about beliefs and different religions.
The next day, when we put dinner on the table, Kira stood up in her chair and shouted "Let My People EAT!"
A few days later, I listened to playing early in the morning. Parker selected one of his Playmobil figures and told Kira that this guy is God.
Kira looked at the figure for a second, and pronounced solemenly "There is no God."
"Nooo, Kira!" Parker interjected. "We're playing olden days. And in the olden days, there was a God."
The kids absolutely love Sandra Boynton. And one of their favorite books is The Going to Bed Book.
In this book, a group of assorted animals on a cruise get ready for bed, putting on pajamas, brushing teeth, and finally, going on deck to exercise in the moonlight. Parents are often puzzled by the sequence of events of the book - shouldn't exercise come before bathing?
Our friend Michael came over for dinner a few months ago and the kids asked him to read the book. We got to the puzzling passage and explained the confusion about their nonsensical regimen.
Michael smiled a wicked little grin and said "Maybe it's that kind of excercise."
Wink, wink, nudge, nudge indeed. Now every line of that book comes off as a double entendre. I can't read it without cracking up., and now for all the wrong reasons.
Once upon a time there was a little kangaroo listening in my ears. If he saw a turtle, he climbed the bed. And if he saw the rabbit, he saw the bird after him. And if he saw the tree bird on the tree, he wanted to play in the bedroom. And he wants to play in the kitchen. And he wanted to get the muffin. A kid muffin.
Am I a Janeite?
I have been obsessed -- obsessed -- lately with period dramas. Thanks to the love that is YouTube, I've been able to fulfill by thirst pretty readily. What started with Pride & Prejudice (two versions), Sense and Sensibility(two versions), and Emma (including the baaaaaaad Kate Beckingsale version!) has expanded to Becoming Jane, Northanger Abbey, Persuasion, and Mansfield Park (two versions). Since then, I've branched out to watching the 2006 BBC version of Jane Eyre (oh, is Toby Stephens perfect for this or what!!), A Room With A View, and just last night the Tenant of Wildfell Hall.
But watching these hasn't been enough. I have reread Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, and have Pride & Prejudice as the next to reread. I feel like there should be a ton more of this type of book, and I want to be aware of them all ... ALL!! Why did Jane die and stop writing? Just isn't fair!! Or the Bronte sisters, for that matter!! Of course, now I have friendly people sending me information on the Jane Austen Society meetings, and hearing stories of turning about the room derived from my "obsession". And I've noticed that some of my emails and writings have taken on a delicious Regency Era turn ... though I don't seem to use enough colons and semi-colons.
I read P&P at least twice a year. Watch the A&E version as many times and read whichever of her novels strikes my fancy at any given time. I can't even put in order next that I love more. It would be like ranking my children in whom do I love more? Her writing makes me wish we still talked eloquently. We have lost something with losing our formal English and going with the more informal version. How is it that phrases like, "It will not do" are dead? Or words like ardently have lost meaning. *sigh* Thank goodness there are others like me. =)
Letting Go of Preconceived Notions
It has been rather hard for me to wrap my mind around how to "do school" here at home when it seems so antethetical to being at home. The biggest issue is that I have a number of friends with kids in public school, and I always am comparing Parker's progress to theirs in my head. Fears of him "falling behind", especially when I know how bright he is, often haunt me, and I feel like I am constantly researching to see what to do that feels right.
The most recent concern of mine is that Parker doesn't write much at all, and it doesn't look at all like his public school counterparts' writing. We don't write daily, and he claims to not know how to spell. He has been reading since he was 4-1/2 and is able to navigate online, including doing Google searches for things like Star Wars, Age of Kings, and how to fly an airplane just today. So, I've been trying to think of how to get him to write more, though making us sit down for a set amount of time each day just seems so unlike the free flow of learning that we've been doing. Talk about a cross-roads! What I think will work seems wrong and what feels right is wrought with fears.
So then, thanks to a friend sharing the Brave Writer site, I read a really interesting article about the homeschooling equivalent of "Keeping Up with the Joneses", in which the author discusses this mindset of comparing a homeschooled child to a regimented-schooled child. It was very refreshing and actually confidence-building to know that this is not a struggle that I'm having alone. The author suggests developing your own personal family philosophy about homeschooling, and I think that will be next on our list of things to focus on. I believe having it written out in a form that we can reference will be very helpful -- or at least consoling!
Thanks so much for sharing your sentiments. I plan to homeschool when I have children one day (hopefully that will happen eventually!), so I'm really glad to read about your fears and concerns.
Good for you for homeschooling! I really admire people who can find a way to make it work and feel that it's worth the sacrifice. :)
Childrens' Magazines and Censorship
So, we signed Parker and Kira up for National Geographic Kids (for Parker) and National Geographic Little Kids (for Kira) because we love NG and thought these would be kid versions and awesome. Well, we got Kira's first, and it is pretty good. Obviously very watered down, but we appreciated it for a young toddler age. Then we received Parker's first issue. WOW. It was so totally the opposite of what we were expecting! Not classy at all, and filled with all sorts of "crap" for lack of a better word that didn't seem in the vein of National Geographic at all.
You open it and see the table of contents, and the next page is a huge full page advertisement for "The Water Horse" movie. Move on and see a full page on video game tips opposite silly pictures of athletes and stupid captions for each of them. The back cover and inside back cover are advertisements for Goosebumps of some such and some food product, both just BLARING at you visually. And one of the two-page articles is about "Stupid Criminal Tricks" or similar. There was one VERY awesome article about lions in the whole things with NG-like photography, but all in all it was just shocking and disappointing to both me and Jeff. So, what were we going to do?
Luckily, we saw it before Parker, and were debating on whether or not to even give it to him. We both really liked a few things in it, and were torn on what to do. So -- here comes the censorship -- we opted to glue pages together and cut the back cover off completely. Isn't that terrible???? But, if we are not having cable in this house because of the commercialism, does it make sense to subject him to it in a magazine? I am still not sure we did the right thing, and when the next issue comes, I'm just not sure what we'll do. I am just rather appalled at how anti-NG this magazine seemed!!
We had an awesome time at the Medieval Knights display, and Parker was able to learn more about medieval weaponry (not that he needed to at this point!!), and the actual weight of it all.
My Kingdom for Teeth!
Parker finally lost his second tooth today. He's had three loose teeth (bottom right incisor and top two middle incisors) since forever, and even back when he saw the dentist he was predicted to have them all gone by Christmas. That didn't happen and today was finally the day to lose the bottom one. The top two are so loose that they've moved together and outward to be kinda buck-toothed.
Now, Parker has always been a sensitive child, and I am a-okay with that. But it is heartbreaking when he cries because he's lost the tooth. He wants it back, even though he's amazed that this same little tooth was able to help him chew all of that food! He is currently going to sleep very sad, and crying intermittently, and I don't know how to help him through this loss.
Hopefully, the tooth fairy will be extra sweet to him, and he'll have that to look forward to!!
Family Gems by Aunt Shelli
Parker and Kira were excited to watch Grampa grilling pork chops tonight. We went downstairs and looked out the window with the lights off so we could see them cooking. Grampa scared them first because it was dark outside and they couldn't see him. As Parker was watching the pork chops flare up as they cooked, he said, "It looks like there are dragons under there!" A little later, Parker was playing with hangers and having a mock battle. Kira had a tube from gift wrap and said "Watch out for the 'pew' stick!" I had no idea what she was trying to say...until she pointed it at Parker and said "pew, pew, pew" making shooting sounds...I barely restrained myself from actually rolling on the floor. It has been great seeing my nephew and niece this holiday...and these are just a few of the gems that remind me how special these visits are...oh and seeing Kristin and Jeff was nice too. (Aunt Shelli)