Nomological Net

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faults in the clouds of delusion

Friday, March 19, 2010


You think about it for months and years. You plan it to pieces. You carry the dock and the poodle to the hospital with you, carefully wrapped and stashed next to the other necessities. Through the night, through the labor, you play the Duke on an endless cycle. The nurses who walk in all comment on it with surprise and pleasure.

Afterwards, you play everything that you can think of. You film her first Dark Star. You film the first dance, to a verse and chorus of Ripple. As she grows, she learns to dance with you to your favorite music. You watch her twist to Mozart, beam along with Hendrix, bounce madly to any CD you slip into the rig. You even suspect she may have a crush on Art Garfunkel.

But the day it all really comes together is when, four days before her first birthday, she points to the rig and grunts as she always does. And you point along with her and ask, "What? What do you want?" And she says, "Moji".


Blogger wildflower seed said...

Not quite one in still water, considering how many pebbles you tossed in there, but she's on point all the way.

In the "Moving to Higher Ground" chapter on his favorite jazz musicians, Wynton Marsalis writes about Duke :

More than any other jazz musician, he addressed the rich internal life of men and women in love. One touch of his hand on the piano and the moon entered the room. He loved ladies and they loved him.

Good choice, sir. I applaud you.

3/19/2010 11:45 AM  
Blogger km said...

You even suspect she may have a crush on Art Garfunkel.

Paul Simon wishes to have a word with you.

3/19/2010 7:55 PM  
Anonymous blackmamba said...


no scratch that.


Can't wait for her to get to kindergarten and tell her teachers she would rather listen to some Hendrix :)

3/20/2010 1:57 AM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

thankee :-)

shorty's gonna havta wait in line.

heh! the one i'm waiting for is when she taps her head and says "cuckoo!" she already taps her head when someone else says cuckoo, so hopefully that day isn't far.

3/20/2010 8:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


3/22/2010 3:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, cuteness. Treacly mounds of. With chili peppers (give it away now). Happy Birthday!

Are you now going to get into the impossible-to-comprehend-numbers-that-only-parents-do i.e. she's 13 months old, she's 17 months old, etc etc?

And I'm impressed with the Duke. Mine, he had only enough presence of mind to play Worried Father-to-Be. Though I was screaming in jazz.


3/22/2010 9:51 PM  
Blogger Tabula Rasa said...

welcome :-)

you're making me miss whole foods' chocolate with chili peppers.and no, i'm not doing any numbers now that i have the "one year and a bit" to fall back on. (and no, i don't do milestones either.)

3/23/2010 10:38 PM  

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