I just like acronyms, ok!
Sebastian discovered the moon tonight. I'm sure he feels we should contact NASA or SETTY some similar astronomic cataloguing body. It was very primal; some "2001: a space oddity" kind of shit. He discovered the moon in the same way scores of men have discovered the very same moon since the infancy of the human race.
He learned the word immediately too, which is impressive, considering he knows maybe 5 words at a deep stretch and only if you count "bck" for "book" and "uh oh, spaghetti-o's" as word....and even then it denigrates into a garble like the monster in "Young Frankenstein" singing "putting on the ritz!"
He does know over 70 ASL signs. Which constantly astounds me, but at what cost?? you see: the biggest musical influence in my life right now is "Signing Time." If you're not familiar with the show, it stars this ultra-bubbly lady with color-coded tape on her fingers who teaches your kid (and you) sign language and sings songs she writes herself with embarrassing passion.
And the songs are Infectious and have the same preda-natural, humanly intrinsic quality as christmas songs do in that you'll be walking down the street humming something for 20 minutes, not even aware you're doing it, only to realize you've been singing "Jingle Bells" for the better part of half-an-hour for all of creation to hear. And then you get mad at your brain for being sucked into it! "Stupid pedestrian brain! You're sooooo lowest-common-denominator." Only, instead of "jingle bells" its "The Diaper Dance" or "Do You Know the Colors of the Rainbow?"
But Sebastian loves it. Absolutely loves it. He signs to tell us to put in on. It is the first logo he recognizes. (a concept both amazing and frightening)
And he uses it (sign language) to tell me all sorts of things, like when he hears a dog outside or when he sees an airplane or when his dolls need to go to sleep. The other day he insisted that there was a baby in my burrito. He kept signing "baby" and i asked him "where" and he kept pointing to my burrito and nodding, then preceded to get down to eye level with it and "talk" to it. I'd like to say it put me off my dinner, but, hell-- i was hungry.
I haven't posted much lately, because I didn't think anybody wanted to hear about my dumb ol' kid, but then I thought "screw you guys: i'm talking about my dumb ol' kid." It's impossible to have this front row seat to the physical, emotional, and cognitive development of a real live human being bearing parts of your very own genetic profile and not want to talk about it all the time.
but occasionally I do have some adult pursuits worth mentioning. Elowsky and I had a table at the APE this year with our friend Sharon and a nice girl who writes a zine about poo.
He learned the word immediately too, which is impressive, considering he knows maybe 5 words at a deep stretch and only if you count "bck" for "book" and "uh oh, spaghetti-o's" as word....and even then it denigrates into a garble like the monster in "Young Frankenstein" singing "putting on the ritz!"
He does know over 70 ASL signs. Which constantly astounds me, but at what cost?? you see: the biggest musical influence in my life right now is "Signing Time." If you're not familiar with the show, it stars this ultra-bubbly lady with color-coded tape on her fingers who teaches your kid (and you) sign language and sings songs she writes herself with embarrassing passion.
And the songs are Infectious and have the same preda-natural, humanly intrinsic quality as christmas songs do in that you'll be walking down the street humming something for 20 minutes, not even aware you're doing it, only to realize you've been singing "Jingle Bells" for the better part of half-an-hour for all of creation to hear. And then you get mad at your brain for being sucked into it! "Stupid pedestrian brain! You're sooooo lowest-common-denominator." Only, instead of "jingle bells" its "The Diaper Dance" or "Do You Know the Colors of the Rainbow?"
But Sebastian loves it. Absolutely loves it. He signs to tell us to put in on. It is the first logo he recognizes. (a concept both amazing and frightening)
And he uses it (sign language) to tell me all sorts of things, like when he hears a dog outside or when he sees an airplane or when his dolls need to go to sleep. The other day he insisted that there was a baby in my burrito. He kept signing "baby" and i asked him "where" and he kept pointing to my burrito and nodding, then preceded to get down to eye level with it and "talk" to it. I'd like to say it put me off my dinner, but, hell-- i was hungry.
I haven't posted much lately, because I didn't think anybody wanted to hear about my dumb ol' kid, but then I thought "screw you guys: i'm talking about my dumb ol' kid." It's impossible to have this front row seat to the physical, emotional, and cognitive development of a real live human being bearing parts of your very own genetic profile and not want to talk about it all the time.
but occasionally I do have some adult pursuits worth mentioning. Elowsky and I had a table at the APE this year with our friend Sharon and a nice girl who writes a zine about poo.