Saturday, November 28, 2015

Loving Brother

Evan has a very fixed idea of how to pose for a photo. For this, the "loving brother" showed up. Jo took this one morning in the front yard before school because the school needed a picture of us with the kids in their uniforms. We may make an appearance in the annual report.



Happy Thankgiving

We had a great Thanksgiving lunch at Nicolle's where Greta taught the kids how to gamble. I am thankful for Mexican lotto with pennies and beans. What about you?



The turkey behaved itself much better than last year and it turned out at least as good. The rest of the meal was superbly prepared by Nicolle, Michelle, Jo and Carol (and some people at Whole Foods). Then we watched the Longhorns lose and drove back to Carol's with Cade and Grace in addition to our two. On Friday I screwed around with the fence from hell for a little while while it drizzled intermittently. Then Jo left for Austin with out kids, I drove Cade and Grace to New Braunfels and dropped them off, picked up Devyn, and went lumber shopping to Lowe's. We drove back to Carol's, unloaded the truck in a sweaty 75 degree weather and headed for Austin. Twenty five minutes later when we were on Purgatory Road I check the temperature and it was 49 degrees. A fast moving cold front!

Later that evening Devyn sat Vivian and Evan while Jo and I went to Tina's 40th birthday party. It was a nice sit down dinner at a very nice restaurant but we only knew the hosts and Tina's parents and every one else were doctors (mostly rheumatologists, apparently) so Jo and I got a little drunk and enjoyed each other's company and then stopped at the Apothecary for another drink and made it back home after everyone was asleep. Devyn had left a note by the door. "All went great. I had a couple of melt-downs w/ Evan but got it taken care of..."

Another evening at the white wooden house.

This morning we asked Vivian and Evan how things went and if Evan had been a pain. "No. Everything was great" they both said. Lying sacks of shit.

Time Travel

This morning Evan and I went to Edward's Park. It was cold and wet and muddy. Earlier in the morning as we all lay in bed Vivian decided to call for a vote between eating tacos and watching movies at home or walking in Edward's Park. Evan and I rigged it by raising two hands and two feet each and counting Crazy's tail to make it 9 to 2 in our favor. But the others were sticklers for rules so just the two of us went to Edwards - Evan in his pj's with a coat and hat and gloves.


After we got thoroughly muddy and cold we decided to head back. Evan said it was going to take us sixty hundred thousand minutes to get back home and I told him that was a very long time (about 11 years). So he suggested we use time travel and had us imagine ourselves back in bed in the morning and the vote going 10-1 in favor of staying at home (only Crazy's tail for Edward's), and as we never left for Edward's, we would find ourselves at home in bed. All was good till I asked him how he'd explain the mud on his pajamas.

"Mannnn! Time travel is hard".

Technology

I even dislike the word they use to mean "playing with or being entertained by electronics" - it shows bias and ignorance. But it's probably here to stay. Last week Magellan had a psychologist come to school to talk to parents about their children's use of technology. He listed some of the areas of concern: too much gaming, texting and driving, multi-tasking ("there is no multi-tasking, just task switching"), cyber bullying, sexting, porn, sexual predators, and too much screen time. Nice.



The American Pediatric Association recently changed it's recommendation of zero screen time for two years and under to 2 hours a day because the APA was accused of having guidelines out of line with every day experiences of Americans. OK - you can smoke two packs a day because zero sounds too harsh.

Electronics clamor for our attention. The same instincts that made us turn around in the Savanna at the sound of a twig snapping enslaves us to the buzz of a phone. We now detect phantom buzzes - we imagine the phone buzzing when it doesn't.  Electronics reward the same places in our brains that drugs to. Dopamine released when I play sudoku on my phone makes me want to go back and play more sudoku. Not just because I want to play more sudoku but because my brain wants me to do something again and again to get its hit of dopamine. We are now mice in our Skinner boxes. The psychologist who gave the talk at Magellan used an analogy - krispy kreme donuts with crack.

But that cat is out of the bag and there is probably no reasonable scenario in the foreseeable future that will reverse the process. Oculus Rift version 5 - we will forsake food, relationships, the outdoors, our jobs, families, and even real sex for the better imaginary world to the extent that we can. The same psychologist described an Apple watch as a krispy kreme donut worn on your wrist so you can take a quick nibble any time you want.

Welcome to your world, Vivian and Evan.