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I'm now in La Porte, TX. About....30 minutes from the hotel we were staying at in Houston.
Let's see.... I've been in La Porte about, fuck, I dunno. I'm so fucking bad with time....a week? I think.
Anyway, we're staying with a family. 20-somethings with a 3 (that's thwee) yr. old. If there was a guarantee that my kid would be a lot like this kid, I'd consider having a kid one day.
So. The host family rawks balls.
Let's see. I've "helped" put up carpet and trim for a recording studio the husband is building. I don't have that guy gene that tells me how to create a building. I can make shelter out of vines and leaves, thatch a hut and make medicine and rope out of cat's claw, but figure out a 45 degree cut to make a corner......
But it is cool to help this guy who's helping me and kinda learn about his dream. He's so into recording that without having any tools or prior knowledge on construction, he started this project.
It's almost done now.
The wife is a feminist with radical politics. Totally rocks. They've both made us feel very welcome and INCLUDED in their household. I like to think that I could be the same way. The fembot kind of knew the girl through another blogging site but not closely. When she couldn't get in touch with us before we left and got the post that said we were heading out, she told the fembot to head to Houston and we were staying with her.
We initially were headed to Atlanta but wound up in Houston by chance. Fortune smiled on us.
These two are SOOOOOOOOO patient with their child, in a way that is incredibly foreign to me. And it works. It's not the kind of sick patience where you get walked on, but the patience to explain things and not babytalk.
It's strange for me to be around a kid. There's this urge I have to worry. I have too many statistics running through my head and I freak. I start thinking how much of a coward I am because I wouldn't want to take a chance on any of those statistics. I then get furious because any of that happens to kids. But I'm seeing the joy these two people get from what I see as an extremely risky emotional attachment.
When I hear the wee one talking about how the fembot needs to take her hair out of a clip so that she can make her "pretty" by combing her hair...it's strange and....what's the word.....well....like I start thinking, I can be a dad, couldn't I?
Fuck, I dunno.
Anyway, Houston has been verry, verry, good to me.
Tomorrow is a birthday party for the eenine-tsy one (she will be "thwee"). I think there's a moonwalk.
Even though I have to report to work here in Houston at some point (yes, my work is calling me in since I am currently in the houston area).
This post is scatterbrained and all over the place, but you all understand that I get that way sometimes.
Anyway, I'm tired right now and will be going to sleep after about 5 more cigarettes.
Luvzya all!
Take care of yourselves,
Prov.
****Warning!****
***Long Post***
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I'm now in La Porte, TX. About....30 minutes from the hotel we were staying at in Houston.
Let's see.... I've been in La Porte about, fuck, I dunno. I'm so fucking bad with time....a week? I think.
Anyway, we're staying with a family. 20-somethings with a 3 (that's thwee) yr. old. If there was a guarantee that my kid would be a lot like this kid, I'd consider having a kid one day.
So. The host family rawks balls.
Let's see. I've "helped" put up carpet and trim for a recording studio the husband is building. I don't have that guy gene that tells me how to create a building. I can make shelter out of vines and leaves, thatch a hut and make medicine and rope out of cat's claw, but figure out a 45 degree cut to make a corner......
But it is cool to help this guy who's helping me and kinda learn about his dream. He's so into recording that without having any tools or prior knowledge on construction, he started this project.
It's almost done now.
The wife is a feminist with radical politics. Totally rocks. They've both made us feel very welcome and INCLUDED in their household. I like to think that I could be the same way. The fembot kind of knew the girl through another blogging site but not closely. When she couldn't get in touch with us before we left and got the post that said we were heading out, she told the fembot to head to Houston and we were staying with her.
We initially were headed to Atlanta but wound up in Houston by chance. Fortune smiled on us.
These two are SOOOOOOOOO patient with their child, in a way that is incredibly foreign to me. And it works. It's not the kind of sick patience where you get walked on, but the patience to explain things and not babytalk.
It's strange for me to be around a kid. There's this urge I have to worry. I have too many statistics running through my head and I freak. I start thinking how much of a coward I am because I wouldn't want to take a chance on any of those statistics. I then get furious because any of that happens to kids. But I'm seeing the joy these two people get from what I see as an extremely risky emotional attachment.
When I hear the wee one talking about how the fembot needs to take her hair out of a clip so that she can make her "pretty" by combing her hair...it's strange and....what's the word.....well....like I start thinking, I can be a dad, couldn't I?
Fuck, I dunno.
Anyway, Houston has been verry, verry, good to me.
Tomorrow is a birthday party for the eenine-tsy one (she will be "thwee"). I think there's a moonwalk.
Even though I have to report to work here in Houston at some point (yes, my work is calling me in since I am currently in the houston area).
This post is scatterbrained and all over the place, but you all understand that I get that way sometimes.
Anyway, I'm tired right now and will be going to sleep after about 5 more cigarettes.
Luvzya all!
Take care of yourselves,
Prov.
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i would dare you to find one Square in nature.
Your ancestors, as did mine, were at the peak of (not technology, but..) pure social stratosphere, when the height of material and building technology was to build nothing but circular structurs.. i have a feeling that the natural instinct towards objects of a round nature, appealed to us in such a deep-down and instinctual sense.. (what? teepees, african huts, buriel grounds and buriel rites), that the utterally real revolution from man against nature occured squarely with the advent of the square.. the disheartening, flavor-sucking trend that has, over a few millenia, evolved into, what now, suburbia? i can think of no other single reason that has killed off our "culture"s acceptance of medicinemen, shamistic healers, the works,
But far be it for me to say, or especially proclaim, anything wiser or more nurishable, than any other system of the 10% of our brain-matter that decides to make itself useful.. hey, maybe I could be so honored that the government might call me a Bolshevek.. or something equally as arbitrary yet politically useful,, either way, i digress, and cest la vie
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