My big boy

Jason turned 1 on Wednesday, and I officially can't (or shouldn't) call him a baby anymore. Today, he pulled up on a box (only about 6 inches tall), and stood up the rest of the way, not holding onto anything. The grin on his face was so full of pride! I am sure he will be walking soon, but not until he is ready. And I know that I will never be ready for it, as I can almost not keep up with him now!

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Jason went to Texas Children's Hospital again last night. He woke up Friday morning with a cough that progressed all day. At 1am, he woke up screaming and wheezing. So we gave him a breathing treatment (the first in about 2 weeks), but he still did not sound right. So Will bundled him up and off to the hospital they went.

3 treatments, 2 chest x-rays and 1 diagnosis later, Jason has pneumonia, and is back on antibiotics, again (this is only 3 days after finishing the last round). Poor kid.

Will was worried that the pneumonia was due to swallowed bath water, swallowed object, or a chill after a bath, but the Dr. assuaged his guilt, and told him that bath water would look different, and so would a foreign object, and that you can't actually get sick from being wet too long after a bath.

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Home for less than an hour, Jason proceeded to steal all of my toast from my breakfast. I guess he is feeling a little better.

Jason Turns 1!

Racing against outage of blogger. Will post more fanfare later!

The guy who beat me like a drum proves Adam Smith.

When I was in 11th grade, for whatever reason, I decided to run for Vice-Prsident of the school. I didn't really want to be in the student government, but I wanted to run the campaign of my friend (who was the presidential candidate). NITPIE as Louren so brilliantly put it. Running a publicity campaign is more than strategizing. It takes a lot of feet on the ground tactical manuever. My former wrestling partner did this brilliantly. He ran his own campaign -- he got real with what people did and did not like about him as president of the school. He played up the positive and addressed the negative in a candid way. I still remember his speach at the school assembly (which is the main venue for getting out your message) in which he transformed an experience of getting thrown in detention by the dean into a "Can you believe the nonsense we have to put up with?" moment, followed by a ridiculous promise to have a homecoming parade with floats (our high school had less than 300 students) which he somehow managed to keep. Anyhow, he obviously won by a landslide.

Anyway, he's still doing the marketing as punk-rock thing with Brand Marketers a Non-Traditional Marketing and Advertising Firm

[edit] Jan 25: That's interesting. This whole post is one where I had decided at the last moment to save as a draft, but my browser crashed. I guess that when blogspot recovered from the outtage, it "restored" this post. [back to the post]

My point, Trav is that Adam Smith is right. Some people are able to infect culture for fun and profit, but I'm not one of them.

I can, however, read through a contract and indentify risk. And I'm am currently working my way through the Federal Tax Code, and the accompanying regulations, and its the best thing ever. So I guess that means the invisible hand scored two more bull's eyes.

Justice Andrews as Yoda (or a pirate if you make the last word "be")

"If ... an association of two or more persons to carry on as co-owners a busiess for profit a partnership there is." Martin v. Peyton, 158 N.E. 77 (N.Y. 1927)

Dear Apple

Dear Apple,

Love the iPod. The Intel thing is nice, but how much more goodness points would you have scored with AMD Opteron? The answer is many more

Anyhow, I wanted to point out that mice should have between two and eleventeen buttons. Less is less. Its 2006 and in 21 and 11/12 years, you haven't fixed this design fiasco. Its like the person with the booger on his nose who after an hour at the dinner party covered by tv news continues to insist that its fashionable. The emperor has no right click.

Zapf Branigan as Frank Drebin

It's fourth and fifteen, and you're looking at a full-court press.

Sen. Grassley as Zapf Branigan

From U.S. Senate Judiciary Committee Hearing on Judge Samuel Alito's Nomination to the Supreme Court (transcript):
"GRASSLEY: And I think several horses have been beaten to death, particularly on the other side. And you've been very consistent in your answers, and I thank you. And I think that that speaks to the intellectual honesty of your positions.
It's kind of like we're in the fourth quarter of a football game and you're the quarterback and your team is way ahead here in the fourth quarter and opponents are very desperate, trying to sack you and aren't doing a very good job of it. And they haven't hit you all day, now for two days.
And you're going to keep getting these last-minute Hail Marys thrown at you. So just bear with us. "


"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate." - Zapf Brannigan

Baby's First...

...rescue inhaler?

Totally NOT on the things I thought my son would experience before his first birthday.

On the other hand, I am so very thankful that William himself is asthmatic, because I would have never figured out what was wrong with Jason, and just kept giving him more vaporub.

William is my super hero. Meanwhile, Jason Kong is threatening to pull down every babyproofing contraption in the house.

I guess he is feeling a little better.

(the sound of a tiny horn tooting)

Don't you wish you could sign up for my workshop?

My son is growing up

When Jason was about 6 weeks old, he was crying in his crib because he was lonely and needed some comforting.

"He's still crying, Will, why don't you go put on some classical music?"

Ok... so I put on Original Jamaican Classics vol.1. I got this CD at the Skatalites show in the summer of 1994, at the Wetlands. It was a pretty great summer and I basically think that the CD has some of the best old-school ska of my music collection, so I was happy that Jason took to it. This was one of many early indications that Jason had a very different temperment from Dakota, who responded more to Techno/Acid Jazz (again, a very mid-90's sentiment)

Anyway, I'm not sure if I thought that Jason would grow up and become Jackie Mitoo or something, but it seems that he is branching out.

Louren has been playing a lot of Tom Petty, which is cool. We've tried some Beatles, but we started a bit too psychadelic. ("Dad... you're freakin Jason out!" as Dakota would say)

Happy New Year

2006 will be an even year. It will even be a year. Now it is time for a song (hit it):

Row, Row, Row, your boat,
Gently down the stream;
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.
Life is but a dream.