entirely safe and fun

Don’t know why he’s so irritated… he didn’t have to carry a baby up a mountain or anything.

New photos are up, tagged with their date of upload (20080516). Among the many adventures depicted therein: on Mother’s Day, Punam and Dante and I, along with Dante’s baby friend Ella and her parents John and Tammie, climbed most of the way up Marin County’s Mt Tamalpais, stopping at the West Point Inn for their pancake breakfast. It was a pleasant hike, and the various native irises were at the peak of blooming - you’ll see quite a few pictures of Douglas Iris (Iris douglasiana) in there.

And there’s more! Several adventures are documented, including Dante’s VR grapefruit encounter, mysterious tomatoes, and yellow (not Coldplay). Enjoy!

fig. 1: The baby perceives the object of his desire, but discovers that it is out of reach.

fig 2: He raises his rear end as high as possible…

fig 3: …and rolls onto his back, critically, straightening his torso. Here, he is momentarily distracted by his socks.

fig 4: Dante rolls onto his tummy, having moved forward about four inches. He wins the prize.

More pix on Flickr, tagged “protocrawling”.

As you can plainly see, Dante is still very cute. His cute overflowed, in fact, requiring a cute trim! He’s been trying really hard to sit up — he can do it with a little help, in fact — and he rolls and wiggles about, an obvious precursor to crawling. However, he has an idiosyncratic method of rolling. Consider how you, an adult, might go about rolling from your stomach to your back: probably, you’d do it by pushing up a bit with your upper body, then reaching across your torso with one arm and pushing with that arm (you might instead do the same thing with your hips and legs). Dante prefers to pull his legs under himself, stick his butt in the air, and then lean, giving a more catastrophic character to his movement than would be expected from something as gently named as “rolling”.

Lots of new pictures are up on my Flickr page, tagged “20080129″, and there are more in the “yearzero” tag.

Now that we have cool weather again, I have resumed brewing. Punam got me a thoughtful Christmas gift, an immense, 8-gallon clad-bottom brewpot with two threaded ports, which we’ll also use for canning. It went to work a day early, when, on Christmas Eve day, and with the help of my friends Chris and Carolyn, I made another batch of my German-Belgian hybrid wheat beer. I decided to change up a few elements of the process this time. Most importantly, since it was the beginning of tangerine season and our tree is bent under the weight of its fruit, I substituted three full ounces of fresh tangerine peel for the usual half-ounce of dried orange peel. To accentuate the citrus flavor, I bumped the reinforcing coriander by 50%, changed the hops to the unassertive, floral/pine-woodsy variety Challenger, and lowered the amount to keep alpha acids approximately constant. I then took the fermenter outside, brewing at ambient temperatures, which stretched fermentation time to just over two weeks. I brought the fermenter inside once bubbling had come to a virtual halt, to make sure fermentation went all the way to dry… and did it ever! The final gravity was noticeably lower than usual, at about 1.010, pushing the upper limit of attenuation for the yeast strain. Final product is precisely what I anticipated, the citrusiest (is too a word!) beer I’ve ever had, delicious and nutritious. Some extremes are easy, I guess.

New photos are up on Flickr, tagged “month four”. My favorite is this one, which is festive and seasonal and smiley, but there are others… with some of Dante’s baby friends… Rule of Cuteness #12. More babies = more cute. The relationship is not linear, either, but rather exponential, until you can’t resolve the individual babies anymore.

The boy acts so much more like a tiny person now than he did before. He takes conversational turns with his noises, occasionally decides to mimic facial expressions, smiles and giggles, and has taken to making a pretty wide range of sounds, with four or five different vowels now. It gets harder each week not to try and interpret what he’s saying as underformed English, no matter how many times I reassure myself that it’s impossible that he would be producing meaningful signals of any sophistication. He’s also become more demanding of attention, as he rolls around now and has become a potential danger to himself and others. The scariest moment so far was the first time we found him sleeping face-down, nighmare-provoking after all the back-to-sleep coaching we got over the course of Punam’s pregnancy and during Dante’s perinatal care. Of course, babies sleep just fine on their stomachs, have been doing it since the dawn of time, etc, but the power of the modern culture of scaring new parents to death cannot be denied.

A couple of weeks back, Punam, her mother, Dante and I went to the wedding of our friends Anne and Steve in Santa Fe, NM. The pictures are up on Flickr, tagged “santafe”.

It was Dante’s first plane trip, and his first encounter with the TSA! He had his own boarding verification document that they checked at security.

The happy couple, at the rehearsal lunch. Interestingly, no party in the wedding actually came from Santa Fe — Anne and Steve had met there, but in the intervening time have moved to Phoenix, AZ. But there’s a lot to like about Santa Fe; it’s a beautiful, historic city with really great weather. How important a consideration this is became clear to me during my own wedding in rainy, dark Pittsburgh, when it was pointed out to me repeatedly by the photographers how lucky we were to get a few hours of sun.

We were happy to meet up with Debra and her husband Dave, and spend the night before the wedding hanging around in town. Even if Santa Fe had nothing else going for it, it has a really excellent food scene, as long as you like the meats.

Martha and Chris got to meet the boy for the first time. The suit is so cute! No one could believe that we had found a tie in Dante’s diminutive size.

Punam, Anne, and Debra at the reception. We had a really excellent time!

Dante only looks partied out here… he got his second wind eventually. It was in his diaper.

The DJ played some Guns ‘n Roses. Debra made like Slash for the win.

And somehow, we managed to fit in visits to the Bradbury Museum in Los Alamos (with lots of bizarre nuclear-arsenal propaganda) and Petroglyph National Monument in Albuquerque!

At Petroglyph with Punam’s mom.

After it was all over, we hosed down the boy and put him in his helpfully labelled “BABY” bathrobe, which (as previously mentioned) is sometimes helpful in differentiating baby from bathwater.

And then we all slept like babies, especially the baby.

Some of you may have heard that we had a moderately strong magnitude 5.6 quake centered right under San Jose on 30 Oct. Like (happily) everyone else, we’re all fine, none the worse for the experience. In fact, it was kind of a fun ride! But the long-distance capacity of the phone network was strained, so we couldn’t make calls to let everyone know what had happened. So I have turned to the Internet to let everyone know that Dante rode the whole thing out in style, camped out with me and his mom under a doorway.

You got your Yoda in my Cthulhu!

A new batch of pictures is up, covering the last month or so. This is my favorite, as it shows off Dante’s recently acquired “smiling” skill, and also the awesome calamara-cephalic hat that our crafty friend Jenn was kind enough to knit for him… and, as if that weren’t enough, there’s also his Yoda robe. So cute.

For friends and family looking for baby pix, Dante features in a few moblog entries, like this one, featuring Dante wearing an outfit that says “Baby” on it. This is so users know that he is a baby. My dad pointed out an interface problem, though: when you bathe a baby, you almost always remove its clothing. How, then, does such a label enable you to distinguish baby from bathwater?

A week later, we received a bathrobe, also featuring the legend “Baby” on it, which goes about halfway to a solution.

A kind of funny story: Punam and I were in Bangalore on New Year’s Day. We went to the Leela Palace for the brunch buffet, which, to my delight, offered pork and sauerkraut per the German tradition. I happened to notice that one of the bussers had a bottle of cleaning fluid which bore a most auspicious name…

And then, during an episode of the drama Parrivaar on ZeeTV, I couldn’t help but notice a familiar bottle in the hands of a servant. I wasn’t even watching it full-screen, just in a PiP window while I figured out which football game was likely to be most enjoyable.

It is astonishing how, given just a few pixels, smeared out by JPEG artifacts, I was able to pick out a weak brand identity to which I was exposed just once. In the screen grab on the left, the enhanced portion was created by applying edge detection, probably replicating what my retina had to work with (once you add the colors back in), and you can see it’s not the kind of data you’d want for an OCR project, yet my recognition was instantaneous and thoughtless.

The clear corollary to all this: everyone needs a recognizable, colorful brand to maximize their memorableness.

Like this, maybe. People are really sensitive to primary colors. That red, in a region of high contrast, is good for getting attention, right? It worked for the red lettering on a yellow background on the bottle of Colin cleaner.

And now, robot dancing! There are some excellent new pictures of Dante up, tagged with “week five”. You need to see them! Dante is bathed, his hair is temporarily tamed with the application of water, and he has an encounter with a robot (or maybe not — this, after all, is “コレジャナイロボ: IT IS NOT THIS!”, a sort of Engrish antinomy with the Pentateuchal “I am that I am.”).

Update: I was finally moved to do some research on this robot, a gift from some of our East Coast friends. I am a very, very poor and very, very slow reader of Japanese, so this was a painful process. It turns out that Zarigani Toy Works, in Japan, produced this highly generic and yet crappy toy robot to ensure that when an adult gives it to a child, that child will be disappointed that it isn’t the right robot, already a likely a priori outcome due to the large number of robots from which a Japanese adult would have to chose. The small child might, in fact, say, “kore ja nai!” — “This isn’t it!” (or more poetically, “IT IS NOT THIS!”). I’ve turned to Google’s machine translation engine for a doubly hilarious crib to share with the world…

“As for wanting this - it is!!” The scream of sad it is given out from the child who opened the present. Christmas of pleasant expectation suddenly, in the shambles. Is there such experience? If possible, it is something which we would like to avoid. But life, many risks as for the how story which enters into the dying hand so there are no desired ones. In order to obtain desired ones also it is good to know that in a some opportunity also effort is necessary, probably will be.
As for “[korejiyanairobo]” the exquisite copy impression, with parenthesis trick, the it probably is to convey to the child with the effect of trauma class.
Please try by all means as a sentiment education toy.

And in the Guinness Book for longest elapsed time between birth of twins? Kim Jong-il photo from public domain source, found via Wikipedia.

I’ve been thinking about whose hair Dante really has, lately. His tonsorial resemblance to North Korean head-of-state Kim Jong-il is remarkable.

Transitively, I guess, so is mine.

New photos are up on Flickr, tagged with “day thirtyone”. My parents have joined us for a week, and feature prominently in/took many of the photos you’ll see there.

25 Aug ‘07, 4.59pm PDT PST: by ccreitz

They has a flavr… not so gret, aktully.