In about five weeks, the little ape above will be a whole one year old. He is thriving. Asma and I are constantly tired.
I’ve been horrible at updating things: photo albums, blogs, etc. Short-form that don’t take much processing are what I’ve been ok at (like instagram or Facebook).
Hopefully I will be able to recap the last year by Kusha’s first birthday.
In the meantime, I’m already figuring out what I might be paying in taxes for 2013. There are 5 forms I have to fill out if I want to file my estimates on time for once.
Here’s to everything.
this whole voting thing
It’s surreal that marking some choices on a piece of paper leads to anything. Because after today, most everyone turns away from doing anything government related. Everyone’s got other jobs. The weapons and prisons and courts and banks are still there to enforce the rules of a few.
wot wot wot
Asma and I have become hooked on Ethiopian for the last month. We’re not strangers to it. I was introduced to it nearly 20 years ago, and we lived in DC, the Ethiopian capital of America.
It took living in the East Bay, though, to get into food. There’s a surprising number of Ethiopian groceries and restaurants in Oakland. The first place we went to was Cafe Colucci, which I remember being good. But it was years before we ate Ethiopian food again. While Asma was pregnant, we went to Enssaro with our friend Vanessa, and, for whatever reason, that stuck in our heads more than any other Ethiopian restaurant we’ve been to. After Kusha was born, one of Asma’s friends visited from Davis and we took her there. And then a few weeks later, we went again. And again.
And now, Ethiopian has become a new once-a-week thing.
to a baby gone and a baby coming
Dear Papaya, I miss you so much. I don’t know what we would’ve missed out on if you didn’t make yourself a house bunny. You are eternally sweet.
Dear future baby in Asma’s stomach, come on out. I’ve gone from being a little scared of you coming to being anxious for you to get out. Let’s get this poop party started.
Here’s an incomplete snapshot of human life during the paleolithic area:
- hunting and foraging
- tools made of wood and stone
- most housing, clothing, and waste material gets converted into reusable parts for other life and life processes
- people moved their body a lot, day in, day out
- drought and famine
- “natural” medicines
- no hospitals, cars, or any other automation
But let’s focus in on that first part. And instead of hunting and foraging, let’s just go to some place that has refrigeration (maybe we’ll drive or get into some other metal-fuel-plastic contraption on paved roads) and pick and choose an abundance of specific foods that we think are optimal for our health.
informational things i want to create
- A set of tutorials on general programming, organized by complexity and/or subject area (e.g. beginning programming, objects, algorithms, etc.)
- General health tips and guides to getting healthier
- Good set of resources for recovering from exercise-related injuries
Of course, with a helpless little ape baby on the way and a house to fix up, this will have to go into the hobby bin.
things i’ve been making
I think I’m a little scared to do start any real home improvement project myself. So I’ve been baking more. Asma doesn’t seem to mind:
- bagels (a native New Yorker loves them, so I might be opening up a bagel shop this year)
Things I want to branch out to:
- breads (gluten-free and gluten)
- cakes (?)
- more cookies
- more brownies
Happily bonded for life to Asma (Maryam). Ape-Father to 12 wonderful children. Loves the East Bay. A little punchy. A lotta leftist.
Lucky, and thankful for that.