House update

My energy showed up this morning! A welcome visit. I think I have an interesting correlation between my physical space and my energy. I've been pounding away on my kitchen reno, and had not actually finished the last reno, so I had lost a room. I cleaned out that room, and POW! Right back on my game. I'm actually sitting in it right now to write this post while I listen to the radio. I can hear my neighbours tamping their front yard. Oh hey, do you know who my neighbours are? No? Well: SOUTH: Mike and Shannon. He's an engineer, she's a doctor. This is pretty much winning the lottery in terms of neighbours. They are younger than us, and have moved to the I-Hood from Rich Suburb. Sometimes I worry that they long for the calm of the suburbs. FARTHER SOUTH: A n ex-Inn inhabited by what I think is an enormous Philipino family. NORTH: The vacant slum house owned by English Steve is for sale. Good luck, English Steve! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FARTHER NORTH: Brad, a 'confirmed bachelor' who has been renovating his house for longer than I've been renovating mine. He is very nice and a wonderful neighbour. He has been known to volunteer power tools. He has a dog named Archie who wears a kerchief. SOUTHEAST: Mystery. No idea. Presumably humans. EAST: A pair of University students who are very nice and put up with my basement reno with grace. Their house used to be I Am Chorus' house. NORTHEAST: Mike the Handyman and his bevy of children. Very nice, and we've exchanged kind words over the alley many times. NORTHWEST: Vacant and derelict. It looks like a horror show set. Srsly. WEST: Logan and Merrick, the best gay couple neighbours one could imagine. Merrick is a distilled stereotype. They are amazing, they have a BEAUTIFUL house and wonderful taste. They also have a delightful dog. And a hot-tub. HI NEIGHBOURS! SOUTHWEST: A house inhabited by a large Chilean family, some of whom deal drugs. Apart from the drugs, they are fine. Ok, so that's the neighbourhood. Mostly. I left out the Entomologists, the single nurse on the prowl, and the duplex inhabited by three generations of one family. :)

In on it.

(This post is mostly for me to remember) Went and saw 'In on it' by Daniel MacIvor. This review is exactly right: http://theater.nytimes.com/mem/theater/treview.html It's a coincidence that I also just finished reading through a script for a friend of mine. And the problems are very similar between the two scripts. The exercise of the script out-performs its story. I look forward to seeing what my friend does with his script.

My favourite tweets of mine.

Is it self-congratulatory? YOU BET! "You want your Whitney Houston obit? here it is: 'Rihanna, take a long hard look'. There." "The murmur of winter campus life is the schlffschlffschlff of a thousand Uggs" "Before you bug #ableg to 'make twinning hwy 63 a priority', why not make 'slowing the fuck down' a priority? #worktogether"

Misgivings and Regivings.

So the PM is pregnant, gentle reader, as I believe I have mentioned.
This is my second marriage, and my second kick at fatherhood, ish sha Allah.
I have had some worries over the last couple of weeks about redoing all the childbearing things.
Music lessons
Parent teacher meetings
Gifts for teacher at Christmas.

BUT. Thanks to the frickin' baby boom that is underway, I have the antidote:
Teaching Peanut to read.
Having over all the cousins for sleepovers.
Pictures.

I feel no less anxious, but more excited.

Renos Ohnoes!

So in the process of de-Kening my main bathroom last night, I did significant damage to the old floor. I am very sad.
I really hope that a) businesses that market hardwood floor repair actually provide it, or b) that I can invent hardwood floor repair.
Also, I have a new source of horror: that moment when you, having removed some floor from your second storey and gone to have a cup of tea, hear THUMP THUMP above your head in the kitchen, and you realize that this THUMP THUMP is exactly what you imagined it would sound like if your cat was exploring your ceiling cavity.

World, Peanut. Peanut, World.

Peanut is very small, only 2.3 cm long.

Moral authority

An external moral authority (MA) is important, because humans who
believe that they are the source of MA are notoriously wrong.

Caveat: the MA cannot be quoted as a justification for actions, only
used as a reminder to constantly question one's actions.

Ok, how am I doing? (hard to concentrate while blogging on the bus).
External MA should be recognised, and internalized.

Otherwise, self is considered the MA, which means actions are moral
across the board.

Is it possible to have an MA that is current? I think not. I think
te MA needs to not be an actor, always an abstract to remain distanced
from any real-world concerns. It's a silent mirror, not an in-person
guide.