On a more serious note, I recently had to find a book on Native American folktales for a library patron, and my search took me to the American Indian Library Association website. I found some interesting bibliographies there, and finally found the book I was looking for there too — in the “Books to Avoid” list. more »
You know, the amazing thing about babies is that they are so elemental. For example, I always thought babies smelled like baby powder and lotion…you know, that powdery, soft smell. They don’t. They smell like poop and vomit. I remember thinking, when Ben was born, Oh my god, everyone else’s babies smell nice and mine smells like poop and vomit — aka, rancid milk. However, I soon learned that what I thought were real babies were actually showcase babies. Meaning that most parents were smart enough to only hand over their tiny one when it actually smelled decent, such as right after a bath, and that the other 99% of the time, those babies smelled like poop and vomit too. It’s life. We don’t come out smelling like roses, and anyone who has seen a baby suck up a booger like it was candy, or delicately put a finger in a big, orange milk poop and swish it around and then try to either smear it on every available surface or put it in its mouth, or both, is fully aware of the down-to-earth elemental nature of babies.
This begins in the womb.
I know I haven’t posted a lot on my blog lately, but this picture from Dave Barry’s Gift Guide was too much to pass up.
Working on other websites. Yes, I am moonlighting. Here are some links to my e-Portfolio and my blog for my Technology course.
