Birthday Mayhem
A
trip to Pureland
(a.k.a. Hello Kitty Land) has become an annual January ritual that I will cop to
secretly enjoying even though I am officially a functioning adult male. There is
just too much excitement and joy in the air not to feel young and giddy. Great way
to celebrate Lady E.’s birthday and kick off the new year. Check this out:
Since
I snap most of the photos, I am only occasionally in them. So here are a few of
the kids and me:
Exhibit
A: Lady E. and me at Cocos, a family favorite for cheap eats. The girls favor this
chain because their “getting dessert ratio” is high.
Exhibit
B: Marina making peace with me after throwing dried beans at my head with uncanny
accuracy at early February’s Setsubun ritual. The idea is to throw beans at nasty
demons (like daddy) to bring in good luck. Perhaps it is an old tradition for children
to release stress?
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| Credit: B.Davis, jetwit.com |
Cosmic Lady E.
As
she gets older, Elena is exploring her own Doors of Perception. She can’t read Aldous
Huxley yet, but:
This is Major Tom to
Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating
in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
And this is Marina’s current
worldview: feces, Doraemon and Anpanman.
(Interpret
this any want you want to, folks.)
The Final Frontier
Leonard
Nimoy died recently. The universe has gained what we lost—LLAP. I always liked
his equanimity with being inextricably and forever associated with the role of Mr. Spock. Years ago
Nimoy inspired my annual goatee-growing habit in February. Canadians, in their egalitarian way, have chosen to
honor him by Spockifying $5 bills. I think it’s terrific! “Why not, eh?”
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