Fathers Day.
Should this be my day to do whatever I want? Or should my chosen activities focus on fatherhood. I get so few days to hang with both my girls all day that I'm torn as to how to spend it. Beer should definitely factor in, but there are daddy things, or perhaps they are more Jimmie things, I would like to do. Such as comb through my iTunes for the plague of songs stalked by grayed out apostrophes, which prohibit me playing songs I legally bought. I also wouldn't mind spending some time searching for a marathon to run which both fits my schedule and won't leave the family broke. Playing around with the new 3.0 iPhone update would be a blast. All these things seem selfish and far outside the celebration of fatherhood. So is this day a 'Snow Day' for dads? Or should it be a day to appreciate the best things about being a dad? How did you guys spend your Snow Day?
Queens Dad.
So I ended up spending every minute with my girls and had a pretty good time. Beer didn't factor in, though it was offered. I did discover an awesome new Organic burger joint called Bare Burger, right here in Queens. everything from the fires to the service was top notch. I had a great milk shake and since it was Father's Day and finished off the evening with a sizble bowl of Bryers.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Toddler Marketing
Ella has recently began acting like a dog, crawling on all fours, barking, and occasionally eating from her cereal bowl like a hungry canine. I encourage this because 1. its funny 2. its a part of creative development to explore animal behavior; they call it Animal Essence in grad school, and 3. anything that gets her to eat is fine by me. The picture to the left shows what our little pup sniffed out on the bottom shelf of the grocery store, stocked right where a toddler can see and grab hold of the boxed high fructose corn syrup. A toddlers grasp is fierce and usually accompanied by an ear piercing scream. Ella's scream was deafened compared to the brilliant callousness of turning my two year old into a consumer. Her buddies Mickey, Dora and the sagely Pooh walking the the bottom shelf prostituting the idea to kids imagination and happiness can be packaged and sold cheaply, with
the aid of government subsidized corn of course. I suppose any valuable insight must end with a confession. Ultimately its my fault for allowing her to get so intimate with animated friends. I;m going to cut down her TV time as soon as I get my statement of teaching philosophy hammered out, work some more on my short story, prepare dinner, wash breakfast dishes, vacuum, search for teaching jobs....the raisins were across the aisle on the third and fourth shelf, at an appropriately ignorable height for toddlers...and me.
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