beled_el_djinn: (Eye2)
I really like the final scene between Tom and Summer in 500 Days of Summer - the language and sentiments are things I wish I had known to say all those times before.
beled_el_djinn: (Homework)
Today's horoscope:

"Tuesday, Nov 9th, 2010 -- You might want the fun times to last forever, but of course they cannot. However, this doesn't mean that you are headed for troubled waters; it's just that your exuberant energy needs to mellow out. If you consider what you have, though, you'll realize that there are many good things in your life, even if fireworks aren't lighting up the sky. There's no need to wait for something better to happen; share your love with those in your life who deserve it right now."

Rick, you marvelous bastard. Why is it that you manage to hit the nail right on the head whenever I get this way?
beled_el_djinn: (Mindscape)
Years ago, my mother and I were driving home from an appointment. It was December and it had been snowing for several hours and there was about a foot of snow on the ground. We were driving on Rt. 2 and right before we got to the Waltham St. exit, we hit a patch of black ice and spun out. Long story short, we came within a hair's breadth of being in a head-on with a tractor trailer truck. After we realized we weren't actually going to die that night, and we were safely away from further near death experiences, my mom did something which seemed odd to me at the time. She just sat there, with this blank expression on her face. I knew she was just as full of adrenalin as I was at that moment, but she still just sat there and wouldn't speak.

Flash forward to today, this morning, in fact. The baby and I were making our daily trip to daycare and as we were pulling out of our street, I almost t-boned a police car - there was a truck pulled over on the side of the road blocking my view and even though I had carefully checked as best I could and thought that I was clear, it appears that I failed my awareness check. Long story short here too, everyone was okay, the policeman yelled at the truck driver for parking in an absolutely moronic place and then reassured me that he was okay and that I wasn't a) at fault and b) in any trouble. I had pulled over to the side of the road, right after almost hitting the cruiser and after making sure I wasn't going to be ticketed, I just sat there, adrenalin coursing through my veins, and just stared at the baby in the rear view mirror while he contentedly looked at some raindrops on the window next to him. I imagine that if the baby ever remembers this moment, he'll be puzzled over the blank look that I'm sure was on my face.

Through the jumble of my thoughts, the one constant thread was that my son could have been seriously injured somehow and I would have ultimately felt responsible for it since I was driving and in charge of his safety. I once commented to my mom about how odd her reaction was to me on that night, oh so many years ago, especially since it stood in such stark contrast to my need to be moving, to bleed off the excess of the fight or flight response. She had just given me this look which I couldn't begin to fathom until today. I really hate the argument of "you aren't a parent, you wouldn't understand." but I'm finding that sometimes that does happen to be the case. I couldn't understand my mother's reaction until I was in a similar situation.

It's funny to me how being a parent is seems to be this odd learning experience about love, fear, sorrow and patience. Every day brings a new challenge for my love and I, new sets of fond memories and new sets of worries for the future as we realize that our son is growing up faster and faster. Through it all, we're managing not to lose our minds and also finding just how much love you can be filled with, and I think it is that love that causes moments like the one I had this morning. The very thought of that love being altered or absent from my life scared me so deeply that I almost shut down when I had a moment to reflect upon it.

Man, this parenting thing is a scary trip, sometimes.
beled_el_djinn: (Eye2)
It is Fall!

This morning the air finally smelled of fall, instead of just hinting at it.

For the past few days, when we have been heading out to daycare, I've been explaining to the baby how you can tell that the change of the seasons is near - the subtle coolness to the scents, the hints of leaves beginning to die... I don't know as he was paying attention, since there were squirrels and birds to look at, but hopefully some of it sank in. At the very least, he picked up on me being excited today and gave me one of his wonderful smiles while I rambled on to him.

And now that the season has turned, I can finally start working on his Halloween costume! I'm so excited.
beled_el_djinn: (larping)
Unsurprisingly, I had a great time at 7V - the staff continues to amaze with their efforts to provide an awesome experience (The text props! Dear gods, the text props!). And yet again, I feel that there is much to be done between now and the next event if plans are to come to fruition.

Much like everyone else, I'm feeling the after affects of Thighmaster Hill today, which is something I don't quite understand. When we used to run Aralis there, I went up and down that hill far more than I ever would at any given 7V event, all without seeming detriment. And yet, here I am, with my body lodging protest at my cruel use of it. I must be getting old or something.
beled_el_djinn: (Help!)
Somebody has learned to climb.

Wait, I don't know as I've conveyed the true terror I'm feeling at the moment. Let me try again.


I was minding my own business this morning, taking a quick moment to check my email while the baby contentedly played on the floor with one of his toys. Or so I thought.

One of the warning signs that something you probably don't want happening is going on, is the absence of sound. I don't mean that sound disappears and the only noise you hear is the rushing of blood through your body. No, the absence I'm talking about is more akin to a feeling of anticipation - like the whole world is holding it's breath and watching whatever deviltry your most precious bundle of joy is about to perpetrate. This feeling is almost always coupled with a lack of noise coming from said bundle of joy, as they are so focused, they forget to babble, bang a block on a table, scream in fury as they cat once again moves just our of reach, etc. So yeah, absence of sound.

So there I was, minding my own business, when I realize that I should turn around and attend the boy. Imagine my surprise, when there he is, sitting on the couch just happy as a clam with our PS3 controller in hand. He looked at me, I voiced the obligatory and rather impotent "Hey!" and began to move to his side. I believe he recognized my intent to take away his hard won treasure because he immediately abandoned the PS3 controller, dove on the DVD remote and started pushing ever button under the sun, trying to either overload the DVD player and cause it to explode, or maybe just make it play Baby Mozart. It was really hard to say.

After the mandatory showing of his War Face and protestations of the fascist regime headed by mommy and daddy, we went back to our regularly scheduled day. Well, to be honest, only he did. Now my brain is constantly on the lookout for him trying to climb the curtains or the book cases, or maybe just levitating up to the ceiling using only the power of his evil genius brain. Our world will never be the same.
beled_el_djinn: (Happy)
Mummenschanz at Worcester's own Hanover Theatre on October 26! If you have never seen them, you owe it to your inner child to do so.

Mummenshanz doesn't do many North American shows (the last time I saw them was about 6 years ago) and they are only doing one show at the Hanover, so if you are planning on going, get your tickets before they sell out.
beled_el_djinn: (Default)
Today's retro video flashback isn't so much of a video as I'd like, but what can you do? I re-stumbled upon this yesterday and I haven't been able to get it out of my head. Good thing I have a soft spot for W.A.S.P., I suppose.

beled_el_djinn: (Eye2)
A man once said that "You can't always get what you want. But if you try sometimes you might find you can get what you need". In light of the past week I'd have to say that truer words were never spoken, although I am at a loss as to why I needed a tornado and obliterated break hose.

The Walkabout Experiment went pretty well (for those of you who didn't know, I was off wandering the wilds of Western NY all last week). I'm still processing a lot of what I experienced, but I can definitely say that I am much better for having taken the trek. Still, it is wonderful to be home now. Although I miss the relaxed atmosphere and all the new people I met, I was seriously missing my love and the baby. I managed to miss his first word and steps, which was sad, but the look on his face this morning when I went in to wake him up erased most of that in an instant.

Now I just need to catch up on all the sleep I didn't get and let the bruises on the soles of my feet heal, and I'll be all happy. Speaking of sleep...
beled_el_djinn: (Default)
"Blow O wind to where my loved one is. Touch him and come touch me soon. I'll feel his gentle touch through you and meet his beauty in the moon. These things are much for the one who loves. One can live by them alone: that he and I breathe the same air and that the Earth we tread is one."
beled_el_djinn: (Mindscape)
So my brother was hit by a car last night while riding to catch a train.

From what I understand, his bike was totaled, but he is mostly fine (ie: mild concussion, some bruising and scrapes but no broken bones or fuxxored organs). I'm just ...I don't know. He has been really lucky to have been a bike courier this long and not come away with lasting damage to his body. When I think about all his friends who have been hit, door prized, run off the road, tackled off their bikes, it just makes me wonder when it will be his 'turn' as it were.

I really hope that this will be the incident which convinces him to hang up his courier bag, as I'd really like my son to have a cool uncle who will teach him all sorts of weird shit when he is older.
beled_el_djinn: (meow)
Also, Jiajia Chen is hot.

I'm not sure I can recommend seeing Seven Swords, which is 1 of the 2 movies she has been in, but dang is she pretty.

In other news, somebody really likes Annie's Shells and White Cheddar. So much so, that he finger painted his face with the left over sauce. sigh
beled_el_djinn: (Happy)
There are just some songs which bring a smile to my face and lift my mood , no matter how dark it has become. Counting Crows' Mrs. Potter's Lullaby is one of those songs for me. The other, which I just discovered worked as well is this:

The week started out on a low point for me, but I watched this last night and all the bad things I was seeing and all the negativity I felt just stopped mattering so much. Gotta love that.
beled_el_djinn: (Evil)
So this "what is your favorite ________" meme that is going around keeps reminding me of the Mad Libber episode of Drawn Together. Every time I see someone post it, I feel the urge to comment with "I've been pretty liberal here, but I'm telling you; one of these words is definitely 'penis'."

I may be the only one who is thinking this, though.
beled_el_djinn: (Eye1)
And apropos the music of my last post, I was suddenly reminded of my second memory of [ profile] buddhagrrl (the first, of course being the time we met on the way to Manray). I had gone to Manray either by myself or with [ profile] lordbleys (we went there together a lot back during that time of my life) and I was in the cage room, getting a drink and just people watching while waiting for something better to come on in the front room. Teardrop was playing and the crowd on the floor and stage was just a mass of sinuously writhing folk. I distinctly recall two people moving away from eachother on the stage, like a curtain being parted, and being afforded a view of [ profile] buddhagrrl coming up for this very low bend at the waist maneuver. The whole moment just struck me as really cool, since for all the world, it looked as if the three of them had choreographed the whole thing.

Whenever I've been forced to explain the concept of 'art by accident', that moment always springs to mind as a perfect example. Here were three people, clearly not working together, who managed to craft a beautiful moment just by being in the right place at the right time and moving in the right way.

Anyway, that was today's Moment of Zen, as it were.
beled_el_djinn: (frumple)
Managed to break a toe this weekend. As is usually the case with these things, I wasn't doing anything noteworthy. This of course makes me feel even more lame.

[ profile] wench33, now is the time of your revenge for all those times I made fun of you for breaking your toes.
beled_el_djinn: (Eye2)
I watched The Bridge over the weekend. I had figured that it would be pretty intense and depressing but I was sadly mistaken. Oddly, the main feature was, for the most part, kind of flat when it boiled right down to it. The one exception being the survivor they interviewed - he had this intensity which wasn't just due to the bi-polar disorder he suffered from, and what he had to say actually moved me.

Oddly, the 'making of' extra with interviews of the crew, was a far more compelling piece. The interviews were far more visceral than the ones in the actual feature, and you got the sense that the people involved in the production, weren't just emotionless drones going about the business of watching people kill themselves.

So yeah, I dunno if I'd recommend it to anyone. It isn't a bad film, its just ...not great.
beled_el_djinn: (Default)
One of the downsides to daycare? Not being able to go and hug your child whenever you want to without first having to drive to get there.
beled_el_djinn: (Eye2)
Non-meme meme time:

Tell me something true. It doesn't matter if it is a long and elaborate story or just a statement, as long as it is true.

Comments will be screened unless you request that yours not be. Also, anonymous commenting is allowed and IP logging has been turned off, so if'n you want to be all ninja, you can.
beled_el_djinn: (Ookla)
I think I'm going to need to pick up an acrylic juggling sphere. I just spent a good 20 minutes entertaining the baby with my rusty contact juggling skills, and while it was really awesome to see how pleased he was by this, I was so nervous that I'd bash him in the head with the solid metal sphere I use. There were a few close calls when he actively grabbed my arm or hand, but I managed to maintain control of the sphere, so yay. But yeah, the acrylic balls may be just as head bashy, but I feel that something lighter than what I use now will make things feel much less perilous to me, anyway.

I should also look into getting smaller sized spheres for the little guy as the idea of teaching him how to contact juggle when he is a bit older is just too tempting.


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