Moral of the Story

The declaration of Catalonian independence lasted exactly 56 seconds. 39 of them were takwn by applause. And then, it was retracted. The faces of the people gathered in the streets and cheering the independence only to discover immediately that it was being walked back are painful to watch. 

Puigdemont is using them to wrangle more power and money for himself out of Madrid. And those poor sumbitches got their asses whooped to facilitate his self-enrichment goals. 

Moral of the story: come out into the streets for your own interests. Don’t let yourself be duped by some slick bastard looking to sell you out for a handout. 

Cataluña Update

So the leader of Catalonia Carles Puigdemont declared independence. But then immediately asked the Parlament to suspend the declaration until such time when more talks can be held. 

The president of Spain’s government Rajoy asked the leader of the opposition to come over and was all like, “Hey, man, so did they declare independence or not?” And the leader of the opposition was all like, “Fuck if I know. I thought you were going to tell me.” 

So now nobody has a clue what the fuck is going on. 

Love Catalonia but I’m really over this shit.

Hard-won Advice

If you are going to have kids, then don’t wait too long. Just do it or it might be too late. I’m desperate to have more kids but I’m afraid it won’t happen because it’s too late. And if you want to ask, “what, in spite of the monkeys?”, then you are probably not a parent.

I’m following an FB photographer who specializes in pictures of newborns. It’s kind of sad that I sit there every night, hearting photos of newborns. N would be super happy to go for another kid. But not at the price of me dying of eclampsia afterwards, he says. 

Monkey Business

What’s hard about raising a kid is always having to keep a million things on your mind and needing to plan every move well in advance.

One example. Klara loves her blue plastic monkey. If I show up at the daycare without the monkey, she refuses to get in the car. So when I leave for work, I need to remember to bring the monkey with me. When I arrive at daycare, I need to remember to get the monkey out of my bag and carry it inside. Before bath time, I have to find a way to hide the monkey, or Klara will want to take it in the bathtub and you can’t because it’s battery operated. Then after she gets out of the bathtub, I have to produce the monkey for Klara to take to bed. When she falls asleep, I have to sneak into her room and remove the monkey so that she doesn’t bump against it at night and wake up. In the morning, I have to hide the monkey again and distract Klara from wanting to take the monkey to daycare because they don’t allow toys. Then I have to find the darn monkey (which is not always easy) and make sure it’s on me before I go to pick Klara up.

I’m having nightmares about searching for blue monkeys at this point. And it’s just one thing. There are many more. There’s the milk bottle I have to produce when I arrive at daycare, which is not easy because there’s only one place on campus that sells whole milk and not the watered down versions. Then I need to store it in a fridge between classes and heat it up before leaving. Then there are snacks, which are a concept every mother is traumatized with for life. If I go to pick Klara up straight from class, I need to bring dinner with me and it’s got to be of the kind that can be eaten on the playground. I’m obsessed with the hourly weather forecast because I need to know early in the morning where I’m taking Klara after work. Park? Gym? Playgrounds 1, 2, or 3? Splash pad? Bookstore? Museum? Do friends need to be contacted and arranged? The packing process for each of the choices is different.

Hey, my best friend is raising 4 kids, so I feel like shit complaining about just one seriously low-maintenance child with very healthy sleeping patterns. Other than the monkey and the milk, Klara is very easy to please. 

And now excuse me, I need to go monkey-hunting again. 

Inner Ring

Wow, it turns out that CS Lewis wrote about me. The phenomenon he describes in “The Inner Ring” is the driving force of my whole life.

When I was very young, I did things I’m not super proud of to get in the ring. Nothing major but still not very beautiful. Now I have other methods but it’s still the same desire to get into, or rather, to be The Ring. 

Well, at least I’m self-aware.


Just on a practical level, why is kneeling in this culture a form of protest or disrespect? I thought that kneeling was an expression of submission and powerlessness. The faithful kneel before God. Gentlemen kneel before ladies. When a guy gets on one knee to propose, he’s clearly not protesting anything, right? I’m just not getting it. If you remain seated for the anthem, ok, that’s disrespect. But taking a knee?

Can somebody explain?