toddler things, part infinity

"woah wow woah wow woah".

text › Jul 27, 2013 @ 12:51 by kaisershahid | Comments

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.

video › Apr 11, 2013 @ 11:25 by kaisershahid | Comments | Tags »

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.

text › Nov 6, 2012 @ 15:06 by kaisershahid | Comments

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.

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text › Oct 9, 2012 @ 10:05 by kaisershahid | Notes: 2 | Comments | Tags »

17. Hydra Code

Code that cannot be fixed. Like the Hydra of legend, every new fix introduces two new bugs. It should be rewritten.

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photo › Jun 18, 2012 @ 13:10 by kaisershahid | Notes: 1043 | Comments

I didn’t know what my reaction would be when Kusha was born. I might’ve possibly cried in the process of catching him at home and seeing for the first time what has been bouncing around Asma’s stomach. Coming face to face with a being you helped create is sorta odd.
The homebirth didn’t happen in the end. Asma had to get a C-section. I heard him cry before I saw him. That was surreal.
When I finally saw him and touched him, I was happy and relieved. That sounds a bit practical and anti-climactic, but I was sleep-deprived and stressed at that point. The hospital was the last place either of us imagined being at when he came. There isn’t the luxury of processing anything in a hospital, except maybe in a recovery room in-between the nurse check-ups and examinations.
Our moms have been here since May 1 (Asma’s mom coming first, my mom coming two weeks later), cleaning, cooking, and organizing constantly. Even though we appreciated it, it was hard to get used to at first. But once Asma’s labor started, we were (and still are) immensely thankful. Now maman is gone and my mom will be leaving in two days. We’ll get back to having our own routine, but we’re going to miss having them here. They’re great moms, even if they have some clashing ideas.
Kusha became a fully separate and new entity in this world on May 18 at 12:15 a.m. We still haven’t signed off on his birth certificate since we just decided his name a couple of days ago. Part of me doesn’t want to. I wish I could send him to some time when the concept of recording and tracking people for resources/labor didn’t exist. He’ll soon be in a database, and will eventually do anything from being one of billions of humans with equal moral worth to being a self-important billionaire that’s performing grand illusions for most people to admire and despise.
Until then, he’ll be drinking mama’s milk and sleeping like a little fool. In turn, we’ll be a bit sleep-deprived and disorganized. The overall experience should be fun, though. We are in a lucky, safe place at this time. This kid will be a kid.
Lots more to come!

I didn’t know what my reaction would be when Kusha was born. I might’ve possibly cried in the process of catching him at home and seeing for the first time what has been bouncing around Asma’s stomach. Coming face to face with a being you helped create is sorta odd.

The homebirth didn’t happen in the end. Asma had to get a C-section. I heard him cry before I saw him. That was surreal.

When I finally saw him and touched him, I was happy and relieved. That sounds a bit practical and anti-climactic, but I was sleep-deprived and stressed at that point. The hospital was the last place either of us imagined being at when he came. There isn’t the luxury of processing anything in a hospital, except maybe in a recovery room in-between the nurse check-ups and examinations.

Our moms have been here since May 1 (Asma’s mom coming first, my mom coming two weeks later), cleaning, cooking, and organizing constantly. Even though we appreciated it, it was hard to get used to at first. But once Asma’s labor started, we were (and still are) immensely thankful. Now maman is gone and my mom will be leaving in two days. We’ll get back to having our own routine, but we’re going to miss having them here. They’re great moms, even if they have some clashing ideas.


Kusha became a fully separate and new entity in this world on May 18 at 12:15 a.m. We still haven’t signed off on his birth certificate since we just decided his name a couple of days ago. Part of me doesn’t want to. I wish I could send him to some time when the concept of recording and tracking people for resources/labor didn’t exist. He’ll soon be in a database, and will eventually do anything from being one of billions of humans with equal moral worth to being a self-important billionaire that’s performing grand illusions for most people to admire and despise.

Until then, he’ll be drinking mama’s milk and sleeping like a little fool. In turn, we’ll be a bit sleep-deprived and disorganized. The overall experience should be fun, though. We are in a lucky, safe place at this time. This kid will be a kid.

Lots more to come!

photo › May 22, 2012 @ 20:09 by kaisershahid | Comments | Tags »

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.

Love,
me. 

text › May 3, 2012 @ 20:14 by kaisershahid | Comments | Tags »

paleo diet

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.

text › Mar 2, 2012 @ 19:11 by kaisershahid | Comments | Tags »

informational things i want to create

  1. A set of tutorials on general programming, organized by complexity and/or subject area (e.g. beginning programming, objects, algorithms, etc.)
  2. General health tips and guides to getting healthier
  3. 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.

text › Feb 14, 2012 @ 13:30 by kaisershahid | Comments

motherjones:

In Memphis, March 18, 1968, a few weeks before he was killed in that city:

…And I come by here to say that America, too, is going to Hell, if we don’t use her wealth. If America does not use her vast resources of wealth to end poverty, to make it possible for all of God’s children to have the basic necessities of life, she too will go to Hell. I will hear America through her historians years and years to come saying, “We built gigantic buildings to kiss the sky. We build gargantuan bridges to span the seas. Through our spaceships we were able to carve highways through the stratosphere. Through our airplanes we were able to dwarf distance and place time in chains. Through our submarines we were able to penetrate oceanic depths.”

But it seems that I can hear the God of the universe saying, “even though you’ve done all of that, I was hungry and you fed me not. I was naked and ye clothed me not. The children of my sons and daughters were in need of economic security, and you didn’t provide for them. So you cannot enter the kingdom of greatness.” This may well be the indictment on America that says in Memphis to the mayor, to the power structure, “If you do it unto the least of these my brethren, you do it unto me.”…

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link › Jan 16, 2012 @ 15:41 by kaisershahid | Notes: 462 | Comments

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)
  • brownies
  • cookies

Things I want to branch out to:

  • breads (gluten-free and gluten)
  • cakes (?)
  • more cookies
  • more brownies

text › Jan 12, 2012 @ 11:06 by kaisershahid | Notes: 2 | Comments | Tags »

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Happily bonded for life to Asma (Maryam). Ape-Father to 12 wonderful children. Loves the East Bay. A little punchy. A lotta leftist.

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