A litle philosophy with your Post Toasties this morning

Beware of blogger thinking deep thoughts!

It occurs to me that the process of discovering your own insignificance in the grand scheme of things is not just a sign of maturity, but the very definition of maturity.

A newborn baby really has no knowledge of anything outside himself or herself. They are a self-contained world. Then the baby realizes that the nipple is outside them. Then Mommy and Daddy. Then maybe a mobile or a toy. Isn't the acting out of the "terrible two's" a manifestation of the frustration we feel when we find out the the world really doesn't revolve around us? That's the age (usually) when the kid hears and processes the word "no" for the first time. Then we go to school, and come into contact with a group of people like us, all of which have to be accomodated in one way or another. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera...

And this process shouldn't stop. Ever.

Isn't "self-absorbed" a pretty good synonym for "immature"?

Maturity (n) : The level to which a person realizes that it's not all about them.

Later,
Curt

Happy Birthday Nolie!

Ok, her birthday was Tuesday, but I have her tonight


And yeah, she can breakdance

Truly disturbing...

http://suicidefood.blogspot.com/2007/10/corruption-of-childhood.html

Awesome blog, about depictions of animals that are welcoming their fate as our foodstuff. Now, I'm a carnivore, but man, this is making me a vegan.

Not really.

Nolie's 5 tomorrow! Had a great moment yesterday -- Her huge stuffed giraffe became a motorcycle, and the following exchange ensued:

"I ride a motorcycle! Anyone messes with me, I'm gonna go crazy!"
"Oh really, what are you going to do?"
"I'm gonna jump around and dance and play and everything!"
"Wow, that's scary!"

(Pause)

"Not with you, though. Not with any big people. Just little kids."


At that point, I wasn't sure whether to admonish her for picking on little kids, or laud her for having the sense not to mess with big people.

Wonderfully creepy.

From the awesome Homemade Hilarity
http://homemadehilarity.blogspot.com/

Ceramic cats that just... stare... unblinking... plotting your demise...

A long weekend, and a small tribute...

There's something to be said for having a Daddy weekend "ruined" by the child being sick. There's a closeness engendered by being the caretaker.

As long as you don't get sick yourself. (There I go again, tempting fate)

There's a good Daddy feeling, when she comes to me at 2AM because she doesn't feel good. Daddy will always take care of her.




On another note, today is 4 months since my first date with Gina.

And they've been a great 4 months. It's been a constant revelation to me. First, the sheer awesomeness that is Gina, who is one of the most impressive people I've ever met. Smart, funny, sexy, and very together.

But it's also what she brings out in me. I've been a very closed person for all of my life, and that's all changed now. She gives me a safe place emotionally. So, I can allow myself to feel, and not only feel, but indulge my feelings. And actually (gasp) enjoy them. Something I would have thought impossible a very short time ago.

So, thanks, babe. I am so enjoying the ride with you, wherever it takes us. You've given me an incredible gift, the gift of safety and security. And the amazing thing is that you've convinced me that I actually AM safe and secure with you. What an accomplishment.

Friday surfing

Stuff I'm linking to today:

http://absurdgallery.blogspot.com/

http://homemadehilarity.blogspot.com/

http://curioussigns.blogspot.com/

Happy Birthday

I had started a long post to commemorate my brother Eric's 49th birthday, but it was far too sappy.

So, let me just say that as facile as I may be with the language, there is no way for me to adequately express how proud I am of Eric, and how proud I am to be his brother.

Happy birthday, man. I love you.

--Curt