I almost updated this blog in late April. Then I figured, why not wait until a complete year has lapsed since my last update? And as you can see, that's exactly what I did, so break out the wine and roses, 'cause it's our anniversary! Well, the anniversary of the last time I overcame utter laziness and managed to blog something. And what, you may ask, has changed in a year? Well, if you're a regular reader of Sabete's blog,
www.sabete.org, you've already been kept abreast of all the major life changes. Moved into a groovy bright orange apartment, got a kid on the way, etc. Both subjects have been covered superbly and at length by my fabulous girlfriend. So what do I have to say after a year of silence (if I may risk sounding like I think I'm J.D. Salinger or something)?
For those of you out there who care (and who didn't stop checking my blog after 4 months of nothing) I suppose I would start with the fact that I feel a lot more like grown-up-hood is kicking down my door to flex-cuff and spirit me away. Yes, I know that I'm less than a year from 30, but it all feels more real now. The kid, naturally, is a big part of it. Another big part is the evolution of the relationship between Sabete and I. I suppose it's just the passage of time as well as the whole moving in thing. We've had to make all the expected adjustments to our respective unanticipated quirks, the newness has been replaced with a sense of security and comfortableness, we've had actual arguments, the whole nine.
As far as the kid, whom Sabete and I have temporarily dubbed Junior (or, for all you Guam-types out there, "Dzooner") we are growing more and more excited about the prospect of raising a little human being into an adult. We believe that rather than trying to make your child live out your own aspirations, one should strive simply to provide a solid foundation and guidance as he/she eventually finds his/her own path in life. Still, it's just so tempting to try and plot ways in which we can form Dzooner into a kung fu-fighting, break dancing, guitar playing poet. However, our kid WILL grow up exposed to THE most bad-ass music, book and movie collection EVER! If any of you readers out there have suggestions for a top 10 (or if you're really geeky and have a hard time deciding, a top 20) list of essential albums, books and movies to expose our kid to, please leave a comment! I have to say, these days I'm pretty glad my father raised me on Earth, Wind & Fire, Lakeside, Average White Band, Santana and Cream. I've even been thinking about teaching our kid colors via "Bold as Love" by Jimi Hendrix. You know, a colorful poster to hang in Dzooner's room, with the lyrics to the song and the Jimi Hendrix Experience rendered all cartoonish and cute. It'll be great!
I guess that's my ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY STATEMENT. Nothing profound or anything. Just me getting back into the blogging scene. I really wish I had some brilliant observation or maybe some poetry. Alas, it's just me again. Until next time...
