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March 31, 2006
She's not lost
Azmina surprised us earlier this week by counting to 12, in Spanish, with perfect pronunciation - complete with Castilian lisp. By perfect I mean applying correct stress points within words. It helps that she watches Dora the Explorer everyday, but it's her school, which is just over a mile from Spanish Harlem, that had been a good influence. She comes home saying things like "vámonos" and "buenas noches". We try to talk to her with the little Spanish that we have, but it usually leads to the shortest of conversations.
As usual Farizah was mostly minding her own business. She had an apple which she bit in 26 different places, and dug her fingers in 40 more. Sometimes it's difficult to keep up. They don't seem to need the same amount of rest as us adults. This morning they rose the same time as the sun. They don't always do things that are already supposed to be routine. They take less time to have their food. They move faster than we normally do. They are louder than we usually are.
Tomorrow we hope we can exhaust them before they wear us out.
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March 28, 2006
Feelgood
I haven’t tried my hand at capturing and editing video from television or regular video, but I imagine the skills of the common man have improved drastically due to these wonderful, wonderful joys:
The world cup;
Car videos; and
Mélissa Theuriau.
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March 20, 2006
Quiet discourse
Kids... even when they're asleep in the next room, you miss 'em. At least they're near. If I wanted to kiss them I could. If I wanted to hold them I could. What I couldn't do is to keep them asleep while doing so. And what I couldn't have done is to make the whole apartment and the neighbours sane for the rest of the night in exchange for the temporary lapse into insanity.
Elephants crossed the Midtown tunnel into Manhattan tonight. I hope they're safe. Met a few colleagues in a friend's photo exhibit, friends I haven't seen for months. One of them is leaving soon. Another returned to the city after a 3-year absence. Stories of having new people working for old friends. Stories of new travel and new folios. Stories of old and of the stale. Like an old song, the familiarity helped wind down a long day. Images reminding me of my own muses. And a thought that led to that afternoon in the empty Bethesda fountain, during which a child wondered how we found humour in pulling a hood over one's face.
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