Friday, May 19, 2006

Amnesia


Listening to the radio today on my way to lunch with the family, I decided to call my old friend Mark.

"Hello?"
"Hey Mark, it's Booray."
"What's up?"
"Do you realize that we're getting old and our bodies and minds are failing us at an alarming rate?"
"How so?"
"Well, I'm listening to a Wham song on the radio and singing along and I can't remember the name of the song."
"And that bothers you?"
"Well, yea! I used to be able to name any song that came out in the 80's and now I find myself forgetting them all the time, despite the fact that I can still remember the words."
"Oh, that's right," he said, "You never did drugs..."

(BTW... the song was "Everything She Wants." Mark got it right away.)

Friday, May 05, 2006

Cheese


Dear Mac,
Daddy just wanted to write you a letter and let you know that he loves you very much. The reason I want to make this clear is because you might one day realize that there aren't nearly as many pictures and video of you as an infant as there are of your sister, Sam. There is a good reason for this. You see, when we had Sam, we had never had a baby before. So, we were constantly taking pictures and shooting video every time she moved or, in some cases, when she was sleeping. It's a sickness, really.... but one that all new parents go through.

Now that you're here, frankly, we don't have time to take as many pictures as we did with your sister. Don't worry, you're just as cute and precious as she was at your age. Daddy has just come to his senses as far as the chronicling of your life is concerned. My new camera is less than six months old and I've shot over 3000 photographs, so it's not like I quit taking pictures. It's just, when you have one kitten it's cute..... when you have several cats it's a lot of shit to clean. Not that you and your sister are cats, but there is definitely shit to clean, as well as spit-up, crayons, milk, Fruit-Loops and every "Elmo" toy ever manufactured.

If it still bothers you when you're older, I'll buy you a pony.

Immigrants

"My God, I've raised a liberal!" That's what my Dad said to me this week.

We were talking about the recent demonstrations by immigrants. My father was taking the stance that: A) All they managed to do was cost themselves a day's pay, and B) No matter what they are complaining about, the fact is: They're better off here than in Mexico... so what's the problem?

Naturally, I took the opposite side because that's the way I was raised by my father. Always look at both sides of the debate. Of course, now he probably regrets it because he's the one I'm most often debating with.

First, let me point out that regardless of what side you come down on in the immigrant debate, you have to be impressed with what they've done lately. It makes me proud to be an American when I see a huge group of people protesting peacefully, without a riot, and all because they love this country and want to be a bigger part of it. It's hard to hate people for that, although some people do. It's funny how some people think this is the greatest country in the world and get pissed off when other people want to live here too.

Second, the work walk-out was not meant to be a threat, It was meant to demonstrate just how many immigrants there are in this country and how much we rely on them. It did a great job. people everywhere were talking about it and it led the news on every network.

I don't know what the solution is to the problem of immigration. Obviously, you can't just open the borders. At the same time, you can't continue to allow such a large section of our population to do so much work without allowing them to become part of the country. We've tried that before. Whenever someone says, "They should shut-up about not being citizens.... they're still better off here than back home," it reminds me of the plantation owner who claims to take "really good care" of his slaves.

 

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