in no particular order…
photo courtesy of Flickr and Spiralz
A. why are hugs from children infinitely better than hugs from grownups? RHETORICAL, that’s why.
photo courtesy of Flickr and Kristian Bertel
B. speaking of kiddies, my family friend’s 2-year-old daughter is a little nutty in the best way. she’s never not jumping. spinning, bouncing, quivering with joie de vivre (joie de quiver?), that’s her default. yesterday, while visiting her house, she was everywhere. here is the montage breakdown.
1. on the computer looking at pictures of her recently born younger sister, and poking the screen after each time her father told her not to touch the screen
2. insisting a particular dvd be put on so she could watch a musical number, which she then watched with wild hand gesticulations of enjoyment
3. potty time
4. running around pantless
5. reading a book, by which i mean reading it in her own personal language and then slamming it shut
6. drawing with permanent marker on the floor, rudiments of circles mostly
7. unburdening the countertops of anything they had on them and sacrificing these things with conviction to the floor
8. potty time: the sequel
9. trying, with success, to get people to feed her off their plates
10. undoing the ponytail in her hair, leading to full metamorphosis into a tiny enthusiastic banshee.
on and on and on. she’s like a lit fuse of dynamite in terms of urgency but a neverending fuse. burning away away away and when it will explode, no one knows. here’s the kicker. her name is shanti, which in sanskrit means “peace.”
C. some people are really good at learning. they thirst for the flame of knowledge. they have a passion for books and classes and having tea with teachers. they pretty much put the TEA in teachers, naw mean? yeah ok, no sense that made. but anyway, i am not one of those people. i did well in school but mostly because it seemed like a reasonable life choice. i’m not sure if i will go back to school ever again though it certainly seems like, once again, a reasonable life choice. however, i will note i slept in (not through, mind you, because i did show up) 75% of my classes in college. i have considered my relationship with academia one of the biggest successful hoodwinks of my life. scam of the quarter-century!
i will also say that some of the smartest people i’ve met haven’t been those that have necessarily excelled in formal education/schooling, but rather those who just have a genuine, delightful interest in the world. so i’m not sure what it all means except that i’m trying really hard to love learning, to at least hang out with it a few times a week one on one. be a responsible parent to my brain. i want to know things. i just have trouble not zoning out when i see a textbook. but the smallest wonderings are now babied and nurtured. the other day, for example, i wondered how bats “see in the dark.” so i made a note to look it up. and today i look up “how do bats see in the dark?” and i find this lovely entry.
“So if you see a bat on a documentary or in a bat cave, think about how marvelous it is and how good its hearing is.”
WHAT A LAST LINE, eh?
this photo is aptly titled ‘It’s a bat’
photo courtesy of Flickr and Hans Dekker
i also found a link to the Ultrasonic Bat Blaster. (terrifying)
no sleep till enlightenment.