"Brigid Rose, we bless you with your name."
Brigid - from the Irish (Gaelic) meaning: the strength to accept or the strength to resist
Rose - from the Greek meaning: a rose
Today capped off a hectic and stressful weekend. With all the recent weirdness and difficulties that life has entailed over the past few months, two families at odds were joined together in celebration of the only commonality with the strength to overcome such differences.
Brigid was dedicated today. It was a Unitarian ceremony.
Being raised Catholic only made today easier in one way: deciding it was the right thing to do. I don't believe I have made much of a secret about my feelings of what religious lessons I was taught, and also what I actually learned. For any lingering doubts, how I would choose to bring up Brigid in a spiritual sense without fostering the very notions that are responsible for the heap of rubble that was once the World Trade Center was cemented after September 11th. Religious tradition may be customary in society, but it is also dangerous. I vote for an inclusive view of divinity.
I hope she agrees.
She was an absolute angel today, well behaved beyond what would be expected for a 7 1/2 month-old, and whether that was due to her sense that something big was happening, or that the overwhelming social mass that was presented to her simply overloaded her still congealing consciousness, I'm not asking. She seemed to have a good day, and so did I.
Not that I am less than glad it's over.
I had "precognitated" several situations that might need the variety of tact I am not predisposed to dispensing at the spur of the moment, and happily none of them occurred. The only real point of oddity was that of my own family, and I found it more humorous than confrontational.
The discussion of the remainder of the service today was of duality and the simplistic notions such a view of the Universe propagate. The Light/Dark Good/Bad Us/Them mentality may have been evolutionarily important when our ancestors were busy trying to beat dinner to death with clubs, but in the epoch of cell-phones and jet-planes, perhaps an admission that the importance of all aspects of emotion and observation can be considered as necessary parts of a wonderful whole, and not a team sport where you choose which side you are on.
At the reception, I overheard a tittering conversation of how different THOSE (meaning the Unitarians) people are from US (meaning the Catholics). I had to chuckle, albeit sadly. A later conversation at least put to rest my one nagging concern: that I am entitled to my "wrong" opinion and it will be respected.
The words may have fallen on deaf ears, but they were heard. And perhaps that is enough to plant a seed.
Yesterday, at the insistence of Amber regarding the subject of babbling babies, I spent approximately 40 minutes with Brigid saying "mmmmmmmBuh! mmmmmmmBuh! mmmmmmmBuh!" (Think overly exaggerated consonant 'B' sounds). I figured that while she knows her name already, getting her to actually SAY it will take some effort, and since you have to start somewhere, "B" seemed like a logical first choice.
I was intrigued to see that Brigid spent the whole time examining my face and mouth, either trying to figure out how the dynamic of oral phonetic production functions, or wondering just when daddy completely lost his marbles (long ago, baby girl...long ago). After observing nothing more than her apparent bemusement of what I was doing, I ceased the lesson and we crawled on the floor together for a while.
After a nap and some spirited playing time (and escape attempts), she began to exclaim, quite emphatically, "mmmmmmmBuh mmmmmmmBuhhhhhhhh!!" It went on for over an hour.
Sometimes, what we hear and the effect that it has are spaced too far apart for casual observation. In other words, you need to let it all sink in, then maybe something will happen.
I saw it once, yesterday.
I hope I see it again in the future.
p.s.- most of you haven't seen her lately, have you. Here she is, taken just yesterday. Yes, she's gotten big. :-)
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Wednesday, December 5, 2001
Sheesh. I know the hype wasn't going to to ever live up to the reality, but come on...
It doesn't fly (no surprise there), it doesn't teleport anything (again no real surprise), but it doesn't even have a Stirling engine. It's a scooter that runs on batteries. Granted, a real neat scooter, no doubt, but it runs on batteries. Whooopdy-friggin-do.
Through a happy coincidence, I was looking for an electric scooter last week, because the reality of my commute into NYC was becoming too frustrating for words. The first twentysomething miles (by ferry) takes roughly 40 minutes, and the last six miles (by subway, walking, cab, it doesn't seem to matter) takes 45 minutes.
I was looking at the Xootr EX3, which is kind of like a Razor scooter with an electric motor. It only weighs 20 pounds, and costs less than $1000. Kinda cool although I wasn't sure if it would really get me anywhere quicker.
Then I found out that electric scooters are TOTALLY illegal in NY. Well, not totally: you can use them anywhere except on the streets, sidewalks, and public places.
How much to lease a 6-mile ribbon of sidewalk from Wall St. to Central Park per year? Well...probably more than getting a ticket daily.
Speaking of disappointing, the cable modem debacle was a near miss for those of us who a) use @Home service and b) don't use AT&T. I am refreshed to see that Comcast and Cox decided that they can't throw something together in 2 weeks and cut everyone over to it. Now they have until the end of February, and I still don't think they can throw anything together in time, but until then I won't have to order DSL.
In a brilliant PR move, Comcast posted a page covering FAQ for the @Home ransom demands, and they said basically this (the page disappeared when an agreement was reached. I KNEW I should have saved it):
(paraphrasing) If your Comcast cable modem service stops working, you can use the Comcast@Home backup option to access the internet. Just contact Netzero or Juno who will get you set up for free...
Well, how fucking NOBLE of you to arrange FREE ISP service for me. Actually, I already HAVE a Netzero account, Sparky, because I never know when your sorry-ass connection is going to go down now. Netzero sucks, unless you have nothing at all. Then it sucks slightly less than nothing at all.
The best question was this: "Why shouldn't I cancel my cable service and get something else?"
Their answer? Cable access is faster and cheaper than DSL. This is actually true. DSL service is also run by a company that won't be going out of business anytime soon, and the small question of uptime being greater than 0 might actually be WORTH the extra money. It may be slower than a working cable connection, but it is infinitely faster than a broken one. Morons.
Anyway, while we're still on the subject of disappointments, Christmas is fast approaching. Anyone looking forward to getting things they don't want, can't use, and shouldn't return (although you will, or are you a re-gifter?) ? The only saving grace to the whole thing is that this is one of the two most celebrated christian holidays that use pagan rituals to win over the public. On an ironic level, I can enjoy it.
Then again, I can enjoy a lot of things on an ironic level.
Ironic, no? ;-)
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Sunday, December 2, 2001
If you get a watch and it's a timeless design, is that good?
My my my. Time seems to be flying by faster than an F-111 over Kandahar. Between moving (well, unpacking), the job thing, Brigid, legal issues, and an occasional respite, I now see that nearly a month has passed. Sheesh.
I've heard that Colorado is a lovely place to spend Thanksgiving. While I still don't know whether or not that's true, I did have a nice time away.
Lawyers cast a shadow over everything that could show up here. I have already had some posts show up in court against me, and I am now forced to consider quite carefully what goes on with loony. Way back when I declared loony.org a step toward discovery. Now, "discovery" has a somewhat different meaning. Oh well.
Brigid occasionally spends the night now, which is a very good thing in every way except for my own sleep. I still find myself standing there just staring at her, and sleeping with one ear open is not as restful as "normal" sleep. Not that I have ever really had normal sleep.
She has a cold...her first one...and it's not very fun for anyone involved. But this too shall pass, and, as I once heard from a brilliant person I know, babies epitomize the human condition: "It's never been this bad." She'll get sick again in her life, but this will be the worst episode. I hope.
She just turned 7 months old (for those who haven't been keeping score). Oh yeah, she's crawling now too...with a vengeance. The idea of putting her down somewhere and not finding her there again is a little scary...and very cool. She's doing great, and, as I expected, is *very* opinionated.
I wonder where she got that from?
I am going to refrain from declaring myself "back", since the last time it didn't do anything other than set me up to not post for a long time, and I really have wanted to say things for a while(imagine that). Hopefully, the remainder of my concerns over anything else here appearing in the public record will be assuaged in the next few weeks.
In the mean time, there is still enough non-litigious stupidity to talk about, dontcha think?
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