Born 12/22/04
6:02PM
7 lbs. 3.5 ounces
6:02PM
7 lbs. 3.5 ounces
Friday, December 24, 2004
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Sunday, December 19, 2004
Saturday, December 18, 2004
Rudolph and Dentist Elf Remembered
Monday, December 06, 2004
Every year I can't wait to watch the Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer special hosted by a claymation Burl Ives. I love the way the little wooden animals and people move (or don't move) and I love love love the little elf named Herbie who wants to be a dentist. So last night I was in The Position (the beached whale on the bed one) and flipped on the TV at 8:00 to partake in this lively programming. I hadn't seen it in a few years and whether pregnancy is making me see things differently or whether I'd forgotten the premise of the tale in the first place, I was amazed to find myself yelling out loud "THIS SUCKS." What horrible, horrible characters. First of all, Santa is a total asshole. You read right -- he's a an asshole. The first time he sees little Rudolph's red nose he tells his father that he hopes he grows out of it because no reindeer with a red nose is going to work on his team. I was surprised he didn't do a neck wring and say "aiight, bitch" afterwards. In turn, Rudolph's parents are totally embarrassed because the nose is red and lights up. Instead of the difference being something wondrous and lovely (come on, wouldn't you want your nose to light up?), they put dirt on it to hide and even fashion a huge black rubber ball to put over it that makes Rudolph "talk funny." There's no talk, mention or hint to just accept the nose and move on. Quick cut to Herbie painting a red wagon lazily. He clearly isn't into his work and gets taunted by his fellow elves for wanting to be dentist. Well, excuse Herbie for wanting be more than he can be! Turns out that both Herbie and Rudolph end up leaving their jobs/homes (did I mention that Rudolph is like, a baby at this point Way to parent!) After much singing about "misfits" Rudolph and Herbie come home months later - MONTHS - and Rudolph is a total mensch to Santa when Christmas hits and ain't nobody can see nothin'. All of a sudden Herbie gets to be a dentist too, after he successfully removes all the Abominable Monsters' teeth. Everybody loves Rudolph and Herbie NOW and Rudolph and Herbie seem none worse for the wear. Except me. I now hate this program!
Sunday, December 05, 2004
Nostalgia
Since it's getting hard for me to move around as easily I as used to (I was a fast walker but alas, the body, she deceives me now and so I do a slow stroll instead of a brisk overtaking as I hit the 9 month mark of pregnancy), Doug and I spent last night at home listening to records. Not CDs, records. We have quite a collection but rarely pull them out unless it's one of those times, like last night, where we each play a song from some record that we used to love. The jackets are in good condition but we noticed how yellowed the inside sleeves are -- just like our parents' old joints. Last night I put on the Cramps' Bad Music for Bad People (still sounds pretty good), A Certain Ratio ("Shack Up," which is like, the coolest song ever - pre-math rock for all you indie rockers out there), Foetus (Jim Thirlwell's pre-industrial gem - so weird to listen to now but genius nonetheless), Medium Medium's "Hungry So Angry," and Doug E. Fresh's "D.E.F." (gosh, rhyming was so much more fun back in the late 80s).
When we were kids my father used to take us to Korvette's every week (Sam Goody was too expensive) and me and my brother and sister used to get to pick out a record we wanted. I grew up with a lot of music around me. Some good (Beatles), some bad (Partridge Family - which isn't even really music.) I've been thinking about my musical history lately and how much it has impacted me. The first time when I saw the movie Tommy and heard The Who's music. (I talk about this on-camera in a fantastic new DVD put out by Miss Bettina Richards of Thrill Jockey Records called Looking For A Thrill. Other folks like Steve Albini, Bjork and Archer Prewitt also wax about their first major magical musical moment.) Going from The Partridge Family and the Monkees -- pre-packaged music -- to real rock sounds skewed my head around. The same thing happened a few years later the first time I got acquainted with punk rock. It was scary and new and I can pinpoint the first time I heard Gang of Four's "Damaged Goods" and proclaimed that I had to have everything that band ever produced. Then a few years later, it happened again with rap and the first time I heard "White Lines." It hasn't happened (for me, anyway) since then. I know there is some kind of musical resurgence going on now, but to me (an old timer who thinks Bikini Kill sounds like X-Ray Spex, not the other way around), I'd rather stick to the originals.
I know. I'm old.
When we were kids my father used to take us to Korvette's every week (Sam Goody was too expensive) and me and my brother and sister used to get to pick out a record we wanted. I grew up with a lot of music around me. Some good (Beatles), some bad (Partridge Family - which isn't even really music.) I've been thinking about my musical history lately and how much it has impacted me. The first time when I saw the movie Tommy and heard The Who's music. (I talk about this on-camera in a fantastic new DVD put out by Miss Bettina Richards of Thrill Jockey Records called Looking For A Thrill. Other folks like Steve Albini, Bjork and Archer Prewitt also wax about their first major magical musical moment.) Going from The Partridge Family and the Monkees -- pre-packaged music -- to real rock sounds skewed my head around. The same thing happened a few years later the first time I got acquainted with punk rock. It was scary and new and I can pinpoint the first time I heard Gang of Four's "Damaged Goods" and proclaimed that I had to have everything that band ever produced. Then a few years later, it happened again with rap and the first time I heard "White Lines." It hasn't happened (for me, anyway) since then. I know there is some kind of musical resurgence going on now, but to me (an old timer who thinks Bikini Kill sounds like X-Ray Spex, not the other way around), I'd rather stick to the originals.
I know. I'm old.
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