As I’ve mentioned earlier, I’m working toward licensure to fost/adopt parent — I want to be a dad. Things seem to be going well with the new agency. During the homestudy interview my contact kept looking though the paperwork for anything amiss, at me to see if I was furtively hiding dismembered body parts or […]
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Postergasm II: Assorted Nerdery
Published by January 22nd, 2008 in Yoshi and One Thousand Words. 5 CommentsThe sequel to Postergasm I, here I drop various images of various things for various purposes. As with the first post the high-res versions are optimized to print on an 11 x 17 sheet — not exactly movie-poster size, but large enough to be noticeable.
After the fold, miscellaneous posters along with descriptions. Enjoy!
For starters […]
Postergasm I: Mars, Venus, Moon
Published by December 19th, 2007 in Yoshi and One Thousand Words. 2 CommentsI mentioned last week that I’d assembled a few tabloid-sized posters for Yoshi’s room, in what I hope will be a successful attempt to instill wonder at the nature of … well, nature.
Below the fold is the first set of those posters, as JPEG previews with links to the PDFs (for high-res printing; these are […]
Almost sometimes, almost
I can feel you there beside me, as I walk
along the aisles in the store and select produce,
fruits and vegetables crisp
vibrant and bright — and there
almost, in my vision, another vibrance
unanswered by the full gaze but almost, almost there, and I wonder how I can miss someone
I have yet to meet.
In the car, […]
Stranger than we Can Imagine
Published by December 12th, 2007 in Reality Trumps 'God', O, Pine With Me, Yoshi and One Thousand Words. 0 CommentsSir Arthur Eddington said this of our cosmos: “Not only is the universe stranger than we imagine; it is stranger than we can imagine.” I was reminded today of that fact by an image I’d forgotten.
In an effort to reduce the bareness of the walls in Yoshi’s bedroom (as well as in an effort to […]
It’s not every day that you look out from your bedroom window and see someone getting busted by the cops.
At least, I would hope not.
But now, it’s happened to me twice.
Years ago in Tucson I had a bust happen, literally, on my porch. I heard scuffling, words like I got him, and went outside when […]
It’s not what I envisioned when I was living in the brick house, but it doesn’t suck. The walls are plain white, no Lego-inspired color schemes (but, you know, that’s flexible); there’s a bunk bed, a beanbag, some bookshelves (pre-stocked already with a few decent titles, but awaiting his tastes), a dresser, some stuff on […]
Parents Behaving Abominably
Published by October 11th, 2007 in You Must be F***ing Kidding and Yoshi. 4 CommentsThere’s a reason people like me are needed throughout the US — people willing to adopt an older “special-needs” child as opposed to a more-or-less fresh-from-the-package infant.
Special needs is an unfortunate term to use, though, because of the ramifications associated with the phrase special education. The latter generally refers to pullout educational programs intended for […]
That was my response to the discovery that, sometime when I wasn’t looking, someone jacked up the price of kids’ bedroom furniture to genuinely overachieving levels.
Yoshi’s bunk bed got put in this weekend. I got a good baseline price on the frame and discovered that while styles varied, the costs didn’t. Sigh.
The next decision was […]
It’s funny, but after I moved to my new digs — to get more room for myself and my eventual fost/adopt child — I basically lost touch with the agency that I’m coordinating with to make the adoption happen.
I’m not sure why things unfolded the way they did in the last two months or so; […]
As a pre-adoptive candidate parent, I was encouraged to write a letter to my (still unknown) prospective child. The idea behind this is obvious: I must delineate, as best I can, why I want to be a father; while superficially the letter might be a kind of commercial promoting myself as a parent, the real […]
It’s nerve-wracking to think of it; you’re opening your home to a state-licensed inspector whose job it is to basically see you and look on where you live, how you live, and pass judgment on all of it.
I spent the day off work finalizing things. I needed a secure place for toxics such as bleach, […]
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