does my son want to have sex with me?

sneaky boy

So I’m wondering at what age/stage it starts to become inappropriate for my kid to see me naked. Is it three? Is it never appropriate? Is it when he goes to kindergarten? Or college? I just don’t know. And when is it inappropriate for him to see his father naked? Personally, I think it’s inappropriate for me to see his father naked, but that might be an issue I need to deal with in private.

I’m doing my best to put shame and fear of the naked human body in him at an early age, but sometimes I think I’m failing. He doesn’t absolutely love love love to be naked like many children I know, peeling his clothes off at every opportunity, but he still kind of doesn’t mind it.

He’s so sneaky, that boy, subverting me at every pass.


the omnivore’s dilemma

I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to eat anything ever again. How am I even suppose to leave my house or do anything, ever? It’s all so depressing. everything you do, everything you eat, every move you make, it’s all doing horrible awful things to the world and to your own body. My mere existence is ruining my life.

Let me explain.

I am reading this book right now, omnivore’s dilemma, and it’s so good, but jesus on a skateboard, it’s rough stuff. you thought fast food nation was disturbing? this will just make you crazy. It can be very overwhelming, because nothing is as simple as it seems. You aren’t just going to the grocery store and buying a package off the shelf. It is so much more involved than that, and even though I’m only a quarter of the way in, already I am beginning to see how deep the rabbit hole goes. The writer, Michael Pollan (who if you remember wrote this article that I linked to many a moon ago), decides to trace the food on our plate back to the source, from one end of the food chain to the other.

It all starts with corn. You have no idea (hell maybe you do and I’m just your typical fat ignorant american) what corn is about. Corn, simple all-american corn. It’s basically the reason for our success as a nation, and for our failure. really. Corn!

As he says, “…the omnivore’s dilemma has deep roots in the modern food industry, roots that, I found, reach all the way back to fields of corn growing in places like Iowa.” (side note: bill maher was on david letterman the other night, and they were talking about the caucuses in Iowa. Maher said there was a reason that it happens first in Iowa–corn. I thought he was being his typical ultraliberal self, but turns out he’s more right than wrong. Yeah, he’s nuts, but he’s right.) It’s in fucking everything we eat and everything we use. Over 25% of the product in a supermarket contains corn. Did you know that? Pollan gives a short quick list of food and product that use corn in one form or another; it’s truly astounding.

Right now, it costs more for farmers to grow their corn than they can get selling it. They get farm subsidies from the government, with many farmers’ incomes more than half made up by them. And they’re still broke. So the only thing they can do is grow even more corn, further increasing supply and keeping the prices low. Which is just how the government and agri-businesses want it.

“Moving that mountain of cheap corn–finding the people and animals to consume it, the cars to burn it, the new products to absorb it, and the nations to import it–has become the principle task of the industrial food system, since the supply of corn vastly exceeds the demand.” He calls it commodity corn.

And only two companies buy somewhere near a third of all the corn grown in America! Naturally, those two companies (Cargill and ADM) have a disheartening amount of influence over US agricultural policies, so don’t expect things to get better anytime soon. Cargill is the world’s largest privately held company. And neither sells directly to the public, so they have no interest or obligation in letting Pollan or anyone behind the scenes.

It’s so fucked up.

Anyway, like I said, I’m only a quarter of the way through. I can only imagine it will get worse. I’ve just started in on his examination of the steer in the feedlots. It’s hard. In the meantime, I’ll share a few other quotes from the book.

“We are not only what we eat, but how we eat, too.”

“The way we eat represents our most profound engagement with the natural world. Daily, our eating turns nature into culture, transforming the body of the world into our bodies and minds… Eating puts us in touch with all that we share with the other animals, and all that sets us apart. It defines us.”

“A great many of our health and environmental problems created by our food system owe to our attempts to oversimplify nature’s complexities, at both the growing and the eating ends of our food chain. At either side of any food chain, you find a biological system–a patch of soil, a human body–and the health of one is connected–literally–to the health of the other. Many of the problems of health & nutrition we face today trace back to things that happen on the farm, and behind those things stand specific government policies few of us know anything about.”

“The short, unhappy life of a corn-fed feedlot steer represents the ultimate triumph of industrial thinking over the logic of evolution.”

and here’s the thing I need to keep in mind, as evidenced by my lament in the first paragraph of this post: “To eat with a fuller consciousness of all that is at stake might sound like a burden, but in practice few things in life can afford quite as much satisfaction.”

Michael Pollan admits this book isn’t for everyone. For those of you afraid such a book will ruin your appetite, as it surely will, he tells you that “in the end this is a book about the pleasures of eating, the kinds of pleasure that are only deepened by knowing.” Who among us doesn’t want their pleasure deepened?

on a completely unrelated note, I swear to you I comb my hair everyday, I do, I even wash it (well not every day, jesus, what do you think this is, television?) but you wouldn’t know it by looking at me, I look like a homeless person. it’s all messy all the time. I just don’t know what to do anymore.


I was born and bred a Packer fan.

Hmmm. So it looks like things might be shaping into a repeat of the 1997 Superbowl, Packers vs Patriots. I was a wee one then, living it up in Costa Mesa. I even had a superbowl party. And by party I mean I sat on the couch in my cheesehead by myself. It was a very exciting time for us Wisconsinites, we were so pleased with the win. I think my mother had her 4th or 5th heart attack. That one was due to sheer joy though.

Now, should the Packers prevail in next week’s NFC title game, do I think they can triumph again in 2008 and get their 4th championship? Well, I would be happy to see it, but you know, these Patriots are sort of a tornado you can’t stop. Still, I think it will be a good game. I don’t think we need to worry about the Giants or the Chargers next week. my prediction: Green Bay vs New England in superbowl 42 (it IS superbowl 42, right? stupid roman numerals). It’s in the cards. The place where I was born (Wisconsin) vs the place where I live now (New England) playing in the place I call home (Arizona). Could god have planned it better?

Go green bay!


sesame pinball

I remember this one sesame street pinball number song from when I was a kid, and I still sing the song to this day. well not the whole song, just the “1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12” part like they do at the end. G had never seen it, so I found it and showed it to him. And it’s totally awesome! I didn’t realize it before how cool it was. I mean, I suppose I thought it was pretty awesome when I was a kid, since I could remember it. But watching it now as an adult, I love it even more. They don’t put this kind of stuff on sesame street anymore.