the rise of flameboy pt 1

Posted on December 3, 2008
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I couldn’t help but notice some surprise and interest on the part of our distant friends who commented on Frankie’s birth:

Uncle Glenn ::  Welcome to our world FJ. Excellent work Gayle-ito! You too KC… I see Flameboy was present.

Andy (The Good Neighbor) Ulmen :: Damn I wish I could get some hugs in right now. Gayle looks awesome, the girls…I can’t stand how perfect and
I am glad to see you are still working that flaming beanie. Nice.

Not a cold season goes by without Gayle’s Aunt Anne expressing some level of concern over my choice to keep coming back to my old friend, Flameboy. Should a 33-year old manboy really hold onto to yesteryear with his headwear? When someone (like me) so clearly packs a heap of style, is it possible to ever make a bad choice?

I ask you this: In the annals of crap we endlessly accumulate, which artifacts are of  highest personal value to you? Is it the thrift store treasures, or the trendy investments? Which piece of your wardrobe could turn the corner before you, and people would know it’s you? Certa’s ruby-encrusted cockplate comes to mind, as do any of my brother’s ill-fitting Lance Armstrong one-zies. This is what I’m talking about.

Gather round kids, and I’ll tell you a tale of truth, and of fashion. It’s a tale woven in the very fibers of my being, and one that I adorn proudly in these frigid Winter months. To say that I merely put on a hat when it’s cold out is blasphemous, for it would negate the loyal companionship of our first 12 years together. I do not speak of my marriage, nor of my guitars. Only one other earthly possession has followed me this far, and it’s this one earthy possession which I so fiercely rock the living piss out of.

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Of course, I speak of the mighty Flameboy, my flame-patterned skull cap. Detractors would’ve liked to see Flameboy vanquish long ago. Fans openly covet his mojo. He is the dividing line between boy and man, between chilly and snuggly, and his flames have lit the path from my introverted youth to The Kristoffer Carter Show. I don’t expect you to fully comprehend the scope of his power, but I do expect you to acknowledge that he is mightier now that when he was first purchased.  He has outlasted numerous cycles of shitty mass-commerce retreads. There have no doubt been many a fat sled rider with a Wal-Mart knock off of Flameboy. Weekend warrior Harley enthusiasts may select a Flameboy-Lite to keep their toupe in tact.

I’m here to tell you unequivocally: There are no substitutions. Think of how many shitty hats you bought in 1996 that have no place in your life anymore. That Tommy Bahama beach hat you bought on vacation? That Phish hat you and your fraternity brothers marinated in urine and Jaeger? The veil to your first or second wedding gown? Flameboy may seem dated in his pattern, but he is timeless in his fit. And if you really think he’s dated in his pattern, you’ve never had the luxury of getting close enough to his thread count. He was woven by the steel hand of Lucifer, and refined by a full congress of Angels.  That is the craftsmanship that adorns my head. I have rocked him in jammies, and in suits, on trains, planes, bicycles, and on stages from San Diego to Burlington.

The remainder of this week is dedicated to Flameboy, in all of His glory. Let’s take some much needed time out of our busy lives to honor this Timeless American Classic.

gratitude continued

Posted on December 2, 2008
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Little tiny baby hands and facial features remind me how freaking lucky we are. I can’t deny it. Having the kids has taught me to not take anything for granted. Any of these passing annoyances or ordeals can’t equate to the massive levels of well-being demonstrated by 2 happy, healthy kids. I’ll savor any moment that feels like it’s enough.

These rampages of gratitude catch up to me in the throes of getting acclimated to a new phase of life. There’s no doubtwe’ve been called forward into a new level of expansion and evolution. It’s our choice to either go with it, or get dragged along by it. Any discomfort you feel when you take on something so big and new needs to be balanced out by a healthy dose of gratitude. I’m simply happy to have made it this far, that that we had the balls to take it on.

In no particular order, The Carters new quest of parenthood has been brought to you by:

1) Aunt Marilyn Markovich and Dolli Gold, who instilled Gayle with a deep level of responsibility in how she would bring kids into this world. Gayle took the less traveled, healthier route and impressed the heck out of all of us. We are so grateful for our positive role models.

2) All 8 of our parents, who’ve sent along loads of love, or brought over loads of food. We know you’re proud of us, and expressing that through your outpouring of love is what parenting is all about. The calls, the drop-ins, the kickass food, and on and on.

3) Our siblings, the Aunties and Uncles. Meghan, Lizzie, Kirk, Joe, Jason, Laurie, Kelly & Truman. Phone calls, emails, blog postings, Facebook frenzies, drop-ins, meals on wheels, nursery makeovers. We couldn’t have done this as smoothly without your joyful expectation. And look,we’re exceeding expectations. Thank you for being people that we actually look forward to seeing and hearing from. :)

4) Extended family and love network worldwide.

5) My employer, Centro, who sent us a ridiculous “cake” made of diapers and baby supplies. This on top of the flood of emails, a loose schedule over the next week, and a round of applause on the sales call last night. Everyone is so genuinely interested in our well being. The HR team for setting up the sickest health plan ever. I do not take this for granted.

6) All of our friends, who will surely be dropping in once their colds subside.

7) Our labor of love on Casterton Ave. This house gives big warm hugs when you least expect it. Steve, Jessica, John, Sibs, and everyone else who has helped work on it over the last 20 months. Our happiest moments here are those when we are ALL enjoying it, whether it’s listening to Christmas music, lighting bonfires, hosting meals, or rolling around on the carpet with Elliott. There is no better place for our little family to be. I can feel my roots cracking the foundation.

8.) Our sense of adventure. Our desire for simple, creative, and fulfilling lives took us far and wide. The craziest journeys have taken place inside ourselves, and have always given us more than we expected. Any of this material junk could fall away and in the depths of these children’s eyes is the potential to create anything. It’s reminding me of what to tap within myself, of where to focus when any issues show up.

Frankie was wide awake and happily checking me out this morning. She must’ve beamed in something I needed to express here. It’s a pretty substantial swell of feeling swell.

into the fold

Posted on December 1, 2008
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I would guess the expression “into the fold” comes from mixing up batter for baking, right? Folding in some sugar and spice and what not? We brought our new cub home from the hospital last Wednesday, and have been trying to fit her into the mix ever since. It’s more like reevaluating our place in the mix. Everyone has a few new roles to get used to. So far, Elliott’s only thrown one frightening, Exorcist-Level tantrum and I’d say she’s adjusting the best out of all of us. Little kids are so in the moment that they can unleash some hell-fury and then bounce back immediately. Fifteen minutes after thrashing herself into walls, me, and the floor she was down in the kitchen, perched on her little steps beside the fridge, telling us how she “doesn’t like fighting with Daddy.” I wouldn’t even blame the new baby as much as the chaotic week it was for her. Resilient little tender tot.

When I say that she’s adjusting the best, it’s also understood that  no matter what, Elliott gets more sleep than the rest of us combined. We’re letting her pay the bills this month. She may protest bedtimes, decide not to take any more naps, etc, but when it comes down to it she’s still getting a good 10 hours minimum per night.  This could explain her energy levels not always mixing well with ours, or her new sister’s. She got her sleep, so get out of her way.

Gayle on the other hand, needs a Sleepcation.  She’s working 3-shifts at the Milk Factory with no signs of a slow down. We’re trying to figure out how Frankie is wired, in the hopes that she can power down relatively close to the same time each night. She hasn’t been so easy to pin down so far. I mean that figuratively as well as literally. Have you every feared getting your ass whooped by a 6-day old infant girl? I have. She’s stronger than a toddler, and she’s running on 100% survival instinct. She’s hungry, or gassy, or uncomfortable, so get out of her way. Just holding her arms down to swaddle her is like trying to bathe a kangaroo.

I’m trying to determine how I ever plan to get anything done, ever again. Completely unloading the dishwasher isn’t as easy as it used to be (last week), let alone anything house-related, computer related, music-related, me-related.  (Cue the tiny violin section). I had to come to the office today in a house dress and a mud mask.  I also brought along a rolling pin, which I wave at people instead of talking to them. You could say I’m a Level 5 Crankerpants at different points throughout the day. I’m trying to get over feeling like 10 things need to be done at once. It’s like I’m wrestling this infant at the top of Maslow’s Heirarchy of Needs,  trying to hold onto my King of the Mountain status. She just keeps kicking me down from my preferred level of Self-Actualization, back down to only thinking about food and sleep. Other than that, PIECE OF CAKE! Shoulda done this years ago! :)

Don’t get me wrong, there are far more aspects to it that I enjoy. Kissing the skin of your own newborn child is a purely immaculate slice of joy. It’s enough to have known that feeling.  Having an infant around requires you to fully inhabit your space. I know which seats are the comfiest, and why. I think about how different lighting enhances or ruins the vibe.  I keep trying to picture bringing Elliott home from Santa Monica Hospital, to our apartment in Silver Lake (East L.A.). It was essentially a 1-bedroom apartment, but it was somehow everything we needed at the time. Our house now is a castle by comparison. Trading up has often meant trading in simplicity for complexity, but I wouldn’t change a thing. We are some lucky mofos to live the life we do, and if it means cleaning about 10 extra rooms, so be it. Somehow it gets done. Bob barf and all.

My first week as a Father of Two is not unlike Frankie’s pre-nap ritual: I start with a whine, which escalates quickly into a thrashing, hissing fit. My head turns read. Suddenly, I pass a disturbing amount of gas. Sweet relief. For the moment, my needs are sated and I can carry on.

I was holding Frankie at some point in the blur between dark and dawn this morning. Gayle was dreary-eyed, watching me swaddle, and then rock her gently back and forth. I was standing by the window. The ritual starts: the whine, then crying fit, followed by an explosive diaper filling, and then calm.

“FYI, that WAS NOT me. I usually cry harder after the shart.”

how sweet it is

Posted on November 25, 2008
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birthing frankie :: play by play

Posted on November 23, 2008
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The log below was taken straight from my Twitter account on Nov. 24th, 2008.  I used Twitter to capture text updates from the (natural)  birth of our second daughter, Frankie Jane.  Flickr was used to update everyone with the most recent photos from the scene. 667 of our friends, family, and strangers participated in the online birth, for a total of 15,689 refreshes throughout the labor! :)

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2:28 PM Nov 23rd :: Hey friends and family… How’s this for up to the minute info?
3:31 PM Nov 23rd :: We’re dropping Ellie off at Jessica’s in 2 hours. Burning CDs for Gayle to keep the vibe right…. The plan is for an all natural birth, … …
7:23 PM Nov 23rd :: Contractions are 10 minutes apart, more painful when sitting or lying down vs standing
6:24 PM Nov 23rd :: Dolli (Gayle’s Mom) is on her way, spending the night here
8:27 PM Nov 23rd :: packing my stuff….listening to the cat scream while gayle has contractions. dolli is here. we’ll head to the hospital at 6 am if not b4..
8:43 PM Nov 23rd :: fyi….there won’t be a webcam. hahahah
11:45 PM Nov 23rd :: Went to bed at 11 pm… At 1145 Gayle woke me out of a dead sleep… “my water just broke”. Warmig up car.
11:46 PM Nov 23rd :: Pooping pants a little… Gayle calling midwife.
11:49 PM Nov 23rd :: No major contractions, or damage to our bed or new carpet. Water breaking is a Hollywood cliché. Missed it with Ellie..
11:49 PM Nov 23rd :: Dolli has 1 running shoe on…
11:52 PM Nov 23rd :: Talking with midwife…contractions are 5 min apart. I’m very wide awake now.
12:04 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: In a strange act of shock I put on cologne. Gayle asks… I’m in fucking labor dude. What’s with the cologne… Wiping off with wet nap.
12:44 AM Nov 23rd :: Checking in to hospital
1:46 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Requesting tub room so we can roll jacuZzi style
1:55 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 150 am and great news…. Frankie is very low in position and it should be an easy delivery!
1:55 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Listening to Nada Surf
1:56 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: About 5 cm needing to get to 10. My cologne is dissipating
1:58 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Gayle is freakin amazing.. Talking through major contractions. No epidural
2:28 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 226 am Gayle is on the tub, and looking oddly hot. I may be planning child 3
2:30 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Retelling ellies 68 HR hell labor with the midwife…
2:41 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: I can’t believe it’s 243a I feel super spry
2:44 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Being a part of natural labor is man’s only opportunity to meet a Goddess. That’s troof
3:05 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Working on getting a heart rate for frankie….every 30 min, even in the tub
3:09 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Approaching a euphoric state of clif bars and caffeine. Feeling like swayze when he effin lifted baby. Now I… Had… The time…
4:01 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 4am and Gayle’s still in the tub. Kwissy is ty-ty. Wanna go shushy-na-na. G’s pain thresh hold is only at a 4. Champion.
4:38 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 438 am contractions 2-3 min apart. listening to Death Cab.. Transatlanticism
4:40 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Random chatter of pads and panties. Not feeling it.
6:42 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 645a slept for an hour… Gayle is sleeping between contractions. She’s breathing heavy through them. More pain now. 3 min apart
6:44 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: We found an awful b&w portrait of a baby holding a color pickle. WTF
6:49 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: starbies is open downstairs…. We’re getting the option to administer mild pitocin to speed up delivery. Decisions to make…
7:20 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Decided against pitocin for now… Trying to stay full natural. Going into labor Nov 24th 2008 was a blessing. Letting Gayle’s body do it’s … …
7:21 AM Nov 24th 2008  :: Spoke to elliott and jess… Made us feel great. Ellie’s hilarious.
8:19 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Midwives changed shifts… Theresa was great, but now we have the woman we saw all the way through. Yayess
8:48 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Sat with Gayle on the ball for about 10 contractions. Starting to come back to me…serious bidness
9:01 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 901a great news…7 cm dilated. 90 percent effaced. Zero station just about fully dropped! Frankie’s moving.
9:06 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Holding back tears already… Gayle is one of the most powerful beings I’ve ever seen. Unreal.
9:34 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 935a nurse just forecasted by lunch time we’ll have a baby. Thanks for the comments! Gayle LOVED me reading them!
9:38 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Just FYI, while i have your attention…my hair is growing back beautifully
9:38 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Seriously, I can feel a love bubble from TX to OH to NY to L.A. How cool is this?!?!
10:09 AM 24th 2008 :: 1011a hemi sync music is vibin, Gayle is entering transition. She’s considering delivering standing up.
10:11 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Tears are flowing…she’s coming soon
10:15 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Listen to the music baby…think about how amazing elliott is…times 2
10:16 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Monitoring progress…gayles inner goddess is among us. Can’t describe it. Lucky to be here. Happy thoughts everyone
10:18 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Almost ready to push…
10:29 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Frankies moving south…checking heartbeat… No cords, no drugs, no monitors….Gayle is doing a phenomenal job.
10:30 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Birth is a million times more emotional than death
10:40 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Me and 5 women….. Midwife, dolli, nurse, student, Gayle
10:47 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Amazing machine…..gayles working incredibly hard, totally zen…..in the zone
10:48 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Crowning soon
11:22 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Crowning
11:23 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Long black hair
11:26 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Just about there
11:33 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Time of birth 1130a
11:33 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Huge black haired girl
11:33 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Composing self
10:34 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: She’s crying
11:34 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: She was born facing up… The hard way
11:35 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Gayles first words…oh my god she’s out!!!
11:39 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Same weight as Ellie 8 lbs 13 oz
11:40 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: I need to sob for a few
11:41 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: Harv bring a mini dv tape
11:41 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: She’s very long
11:42 AM Nov 24th 2008 :: 21 inches
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full saga at :: http://www.kcshow.com

listen to 91.3 FM radio interview

Posted on November 23, 2008
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Miss the broadcast on Friday night? Check out the edited version here.
15-minute streaming audio includes full new track “Homesick” by The Kristoffer Carter Show.

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Check out the edited version here.

breaking it down (again)

Posted on November 20, 2008
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Testing out video content has opened up a world of possibilities and opportunity. It’s also exploded the volume of information I need to process in the hopes of producing anything of value. I keep coming back to my initial inspiration for upgrading the site, which is all based on user experience. If I get too caught up on the details it becomes all about me, versus all about you. The goal here isn’t to fall into the Youtube of Facebook ocean of content that screams “look at me. Look at what I can do.”

The value has to extend far beyond a demonstration of skills, to become something that YOU (my treasured viewership) can see yourselves in. If the overall goal here is to entertain/inspire, it can’t be only about “look at what I can do.” So these video tests, sound checks, camera angles, rendering, etc have done far more than give me the basics of producing watchable clips. I’m not looking for another window I can see my own reflection in. I’m looking for the potential of feeling like any and all of you are here with me, creating something together that is more yours than mine. This probably should’ve been my approach to writing and performing all along. Hahahah. Nothing like figuring out when you’re 33.

There are nights when I’m rolling takes, tweaking gadgetry and trying not to feel like a tool doing it, where I really remember the point of all of this. It’s my attempt to expand beyond everything I’ve ever been inspired by. The foundation of that is music, the vehicle is broadband, and the motive is the L-O-V-E of doing it. My ego has always tried to cram me into a box that says performing is showing off, or has an ulterior motive like looking cool or getting laid. Maybe I’ve matured since I was 19. Brmph. Nope.

So I have some details of what I’ve learned thus far:
1) Doesn’t matter if it’s a blog, a site, a video, a song or a stage show. The delivery of the performance is all that matters. It has to be real and in the moment. Aesthetics doesn’t count for shit. I’ve spent too much time on this over the years. I mean, have you SEEN my faux hawks? They were a TRIUMPH.

2) In terms of CONTENT, it has to be a show me don’t tell me flow. Meaning, that I really shouldn’t waste my readers time talking about process if I haven’t cranked out a mountain of valuable content. Sorry, had to make an exception today.

3) Creating a museum of me has been the foundation of social networking, and much of the driving force behind Web 2.0.  This started back with mp3.com. All artists did was hang on there all day, pretending to be interested in other people’s songs so their stuff would get reviewed, and then get more hits. It was so fake. No one cares as much about the content of our lives as we do. It’s the truth, and it’s an ego-driven illusion. My Facebook page is almost obnoxious, it has so many details of my life. I like it being out there, because it’s been an extension of this site. The truth is that if you’re not using any medium to fully connect with other people and honestly engage them, you’ll be wasting your time tinkering with another vanity project. KCSHOW.com has been a massive vanity project since the beginning, and has only recently tried to shake it. I’ve gotten a much warmer response to my small efforts to help people be happy, on how to unclog a toilet, or how to dry out a digital camera. User based experience. If your content has no viewership, it’s the tree falling in the forest with no one around. Does it even really exist? Why did you want to put it online versus write it in a journal? Make it worth consuming and then blast it out there.

4) There are kids on Youtube who produce one-shot, lo-fi videos that have millions of hits. I’m going to need and use more levels of production, but that’s cool. It’s how I roll. It has to be efficient to roll, cut, edit, and render. But the time it takes to produce can’t get in the way of the flow of content. Seeing & hearing what the hell is going  on is important to me, and I’m hoping there will be a lot going on. 2 minutes of meat is better than 5 minutes of blah.

5) Concepts and writing are always the most important aspect. It can be a turd in terms of production, but if the content is strong it will resonate.

6) No one cares how many levels of detail are affecting your signal chain. They only care if you’re connecting with the content.

7) Talking directly to a camera isn’t easy and doesn’t come naturally to me. If car salesman and carpet store owners can do it so effectively, I think I’ll get there with practice. I’ve decided to follow my brother Kirky’s example, and join Toastmasters. Getting up and speaking extemporaneously every week is good practice. I’ll need to do the same on camera. I’m also looking forward to letting the music speak and experimenting with overlays of words.

Ahh, time. I enjoy the fact that you march on regardless. You further hone my intentions and polish turds into diamonds. But my ego uses you to try to diminish my energy for these projects. It’s almost been 2 months since I came up with this big firey vision. I’m proud for having attempted it so far, and I’m really not even out of the gate. But isn’t that the purpose of life? Just learning all the shit that has gotten me this far has been rewarding, and pretty FUN.

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Tonight is the taping for the radio show which will air tomorrow night! Stay tuned for details. You can visit http://www.913thesummit.com tomorrow night at 11PM EST / 10PM CST / 8PM PST to stream the show in its entirety. I’ll be playing a track off of Season II, as well as some stuff from the trusty old EP, talking about my upcoming show with my hero Hamell on Trial, and more! Be sure to check it out.

video test iv :: bass loops

Posted on November 19, 2008
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never ending

Posted on November 17, 2008
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Happy Estimated Birthday, Frankie Jane Carter.  Gayle reminded me that the due date is only an estimation. In our first kid’s case, the due date was the air craft carrier out at sea. She nearly under-shot her landing, squeaking by only 2 hours into the due date. It’s clear that expecting is a much higher value activity than waiting. I think this is something I’ve always known, but it becomes much more vibrantly clear when there’s an offspring attached to it. What we need to remind ourselves is: I wait for no one, nor no thing. I expect they will arrive right on time.

But then I’m not the one with the physical reminders. Gayle’s doing great, we’re both just ready to have this kid! It’s much more of a joyful anticipation than a let’s get it over with already. So don’t ask. We’ll call or write, or post some pics. Promise. :) You’ll be the almost first to know.

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I’ve been recognizing lately that I need to take a more consistent approach in my well-being, so (again), I’m giving up the drink. It’s not some big revelation, or some big declaration. It’s just a logical step for me right now. It’s a cycle that I’ve drifted in and out of for years now: Partying is fun, partying makes me feel poopy, discover mirth through other means, stress hits, partying is fun… I guess I’m tired of experiencing these spikes of intergalactic clarity, and then feeling them dissipate through the churn of life.

The dissipation is part of the process, as it requires you to dig deeper in order to hit a higher rung on the ladder. But I’m not interested in running hurdles, or pole vaulting, or participating in any sport really. I’m looking for a satisfying, even hum. It forces me to evaluate anything that pulls me different directions. The most obvious of these are Food & Drink. So I’m just tidying up around the temple, and I couldn’t think of a better last drink (for who knows how long) than toasting on election night.

And so it goes, the cycle of my pseudo-content. My head is remarkably clear after only 3 weeks (I started the Tuesday before 11/4), and a lot of subjects are becoming increasingly interesting to me. Books I haven’t read or once tried to read are calling out to me. Refilling my head and heart with bigger ideas. The baby’s arrival, my new role in Elliott’s life as Mother & child get acquainted, our marriage in the midst of 2 kids, the home/work balance. The river gets wider and wider.

It used to take a lot of external forces to summon the power I needed to navigate my choppy current. And gradually I’ve lost faith in much of what lies outside of myself. That’s not to say that I only care about “me”. So much of our lives is spent being tossed around in distraction and reaction. Nothing has ever served me better than planting deeper, healthier roots. The real mind game is that trees don’t just erupt from the ground all of the sudden. Temperance, understanding, forgiveness, and expectation. Watch me grow.

There are a great many things to expect this week:

> the arrival of our second daughter? Maybe? Please?
> my new boss coming to town for meetings. Great guy.
> radio interview to air on Friday evening (details later in the week)
> further polishing of the video content, migrating to a new server
> the vortex of joy that swirls around any new baby
> more clarity, more love, more laughs

ellie the hulk

Posted on November 15, 2008
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