February 14, 2007
A step-family of poets
It seems like nobody in this family can get away with shacking up with someone who's not a poet!
Jane (that's my dad's partner Jane Jacobson, not my pal Jane Carlstrom or my across-the-hall neighbor Jane Pejsa, whose wireless connection I'm leeching off of as we speak) has written a poem about my dad's new cell-phone adventure. And here it is:
"He said he'd never do it
he'll never take the plunge"!
It irritates, it permeates,
an obfuscating canun...
drum...of menus, minders, message choices,
message voice --or text?
Pay monthly or by minute?
What will they offer next?
Such infuriating madness!
Where'd I put the thing?
Did I leave it on the dresser?
Was that my distinctive ring?
If I throw it out the window
can I get the text remote?
If my pregnant daughter needs me,
just can't she leave a note?
Technology resistance.
I crave to roam alone!
But I knuckled under pressure...
now slave to my cell phone.
Beautiful...though I do miss references to my cat. Carrie wishes her common-law-step-gramma had included a stanza about her.
The Namesake, Part 2
Get ready for the collective "aaawwww"
(Looks like someone already needs a haircut)
Here you go:
Bun out of the Oven
7 pounds, 4 ounces
Average length, 20 inches or so.
Name: Benjamin Munson-Ellis.
Momma and Pappa are doing well. Grandpa is, well, the same as usual. A little scattered, but his heart is in the right place.
Uncle Ben and Uncle Kevin are happy.
February 13, 2007
The Sap is Rising Early this Spring...
Kevin's eager anticipation of the baby's birth is evident in his E-Mails today. He is imagining Carrie's excitement over her new human 'nephew'.
The first E-Mail read...
I was sitting in my chair, when I noticed a hesitant Carrie pushing one of her little mice across the floor to me –
“what’s that for, I asked her……”
She looked up with tender eyes , and replied in a voice weak with excitement, and yes some fear –
“…….for the baby……”
The second E-Mail was a poem, and it read:
Dreams
When Carrie dreams in nursery rhymes,
She dreams of little Ben.
Her cousin who is far away,
But her love she sends.
Her dreams are all bright colors,
Like a rainbow they do glow.
She yearns to tell her little Ben,
That she loves him so.
For now, she has no gift to send,
From her little house.
But she makes a little offering,
Of her little mouse.
Oh man, someone missed his calling working for either (a) Hallmark Cards, or (b) The Hummel Figurine Company
Who's your Uncle?
Today looks like it's going to be the day! Nancy has had her epidural. The baby's heartbeat is strong. All seems to be going well. I'm on pins and needles.
February 01, 2007
A Cardinal Error
I'm writing this from the linguistics department at Stanford.
If you read the entry entitled "Sine-Wave Homer," then you know that Erdem (yes, that's the same Erdem who christened me Professor Retard) pointed out that the Homer line is not from the choo-choo-choooose me episode (actually titled I Love Lisa), but is from the episode where Bart seduces his teacher through a personal ad.
I hasten to point out, however, that I Love Lisa does contain the line "I'm not gay, but I'll learn."
-Ben