always busy, always tired, always hungry

it's past 1am, mr smear is coughing horribly, i've got work to do but i'm so busy being busy i don't know where to start (blogging must be good). after losing my journal entries for most of the last week and having my first real burn experience (amongst other minor things) i thought i'd give my journal a break, but i've just now needed to hunt something down that i wouldn't have kept record of otherwise so i guess i'll continue for the moment.

---wednesday 16th:

1.55am into bed for a night a disturbances and interrupted dreams

up stupidly early, grabbing the wrong shakespeare book on the way out, mr smear's teachers in hysterics when i told them that superman had been mean to him

using a public toilet one-handed with a door that opens into the stall in a way that makes it impossible to avoid touching everything

a promising meeting with the publisher, a quick failed attempt to speak to someone at the israeli consulate, sending shakespeare works for review, picking up mr smear (each time he excitedly runs to me yelling "daddy!" is a gift), putting him to bed, chatting with a recruiter and going to get a quote for the car's panel work from a friend of protoplasm's

lying down on the couch with pink floyd, waking up to chocolate cake and turkish coffee before taking mr smear to the waterfront to sort out my caller id (?!) and gd's phone cover, buy gym gear, and visit the aquarium - a fun little tour and a much improved sandpit experience

home, shower, monsters inc. and dinner, mom joining us, a pleasant goodnight, lying down for a few minutes then watching happy with gd (damn, it's good)

thursday 17th:

somehow working until 2am

another (so surprisingly) difficult wakeup, delivering one of gd's cakes to the school staff (it was a hit), mr smear refusing to eat his without a fork and his teacher being amazed that he sat with the kids eating their ice cream and didn't seem phased by the fact that he couldn't have any

slow but steady progress at my mom's coffee shop, picking up mr smear who'd had to take his superman onesie off because it was such a hot day

quick lunch and teaching gd about the torah structure (and about studying without stressing - information doesn't go in if you're anxious, so learning *for* something is less helpful than just going over the material for its own sake)

a great massage while lecturing the same philosophy and economics i've been harping on about all week, stopping by a couple of pharmacies (one for toys and homeless vouchers, one for meds) and stopping at home quickly before taking mr smear out for a quick walk to the park

a scary moment chasing him on his bike heading towards the road; fireman's pole level up!

handing him over to my mom and going to gd's class; meeting the new shaliach (shlicha), an entertaining class but feeling like a made a fool of myself just before we left

going to bed after a cup of coffee and another episode of happy

friday 18th:

the caffeine keeping me restless all night, but not enough to get out of bed; getting up early, gd too sore to make her not-hypnotherapist appointment

"superman, what's your REAL name?"
"spiderman!"

is it wrong of me to teach my son that the planet he comes from is krypton?

a couple of hours working, feeling a bit chilly when i left but walking out into another hot day (30 degrees in mid-may!)

home, quick grocery run, a short rest, going to the waterfront to fix gd's phone insurance, buy gift birthday books and be lied to about my phone performance by apple's techs

taking mr smear to the park and the beach, him facing off with a tough little girl, one scary wave sneaking up on us, candles and kiddush before going to shadowslight's dad's for a busy and enjoyable evening; being unable to extract myself from an interesting conversation with shadowslight and his brother until past eleven, transferring mr smear to the car and then to bed pretty easily

saturday 19th:

very warm. watching happy and double-medicating rls with magnesium and tonic water and getting through most of the next episode of happy before crashing around 1am

a struggle to order movie tickets

stopping to check online prices before racing to purchase the deadpool collection, buying all three volumes along with the nao of brown then rushing to the post office to pick up the copy of the nao of brown i'd forgotten we'd ordered and hurrying back home to delete the item from the order

the window man assessment, taking mr smear through to his favourite classmate's third birthday:
parking outside airplane's
alcoholic ginger beer
cool parents (smokers not included)
chocolate cake stress and failing to protect the dog
awkwardly sitting while people gushed over the royal wedding

home with an awake mr smear and me going down for a nap, difficulty waking up (physical and emotional) but coffeeing up and getting to the world of birds, signing a form with mr smear out cold on my shoulder
back home for a short while then saying good night to mr smear and going to the temple
a long evening, some entertaining and some not so much

sunday 20th:

leaving around midnight just before i suspected i'd start hallucinating from exhaustion, eating and watching more happy before crashing at roughly 2am

starting the day on a positive note, taking mr smear to another birthday party; establishing who the cool parents are, and who aren't, mr smear sneaking a meringue so fast that all i registered were the traces around his mouth and feeling extreme gratitude when i was sure he hadn't taken anything with dairy

getting mr smear to fall asleep in the car without needing to drive around, everyone napping together, our two potential playdates cancelling and taking advantage, putting on monsters inc and chilling before rushed mall shopping before heading out to meet shadowslight and co.

spur dinner oddly satiating, discovering i'd bought tickets for the wrong day but being allowed in anyway - better seats, too - deadpool 2 was fantastically fun!

monday 21st:

random stuff before my first look at battletech - excellent, but frustratingly slow on the machine i'm using
going to bed around 2.30 after formalizing my work hours for SxS

arriving at school a little late to discover it was closed for the second day of shavuot, a quick stop at my mom's coffee shop where mr smear didn't like us laughing at his babyccino goatee, arriving at gd's neurologist just on time, mr smear alternating between cute and whiny, the neurologist seeming to be on the same page as us but not impressed when i asked if we could discuss me as well (no try no get, maybe, but *oops*)

canal walk, video arcade fun with mr smear before he tucked in to tofu and chinese vegetables (it's so exciting to see him stuffing himself on bok choy and carrots and broccoli!)

an aggressive religious muslim smoking under the no smoking sign at the parking machines and becoming angry when i asked him to move

no naps for mr smear, but all of us excited upon receiving his package of spiderman, vulture, rhino, beetle, sandman, green goblin and arnim zola action figures (!!)
managing to nap for an hour or two before chatting with SxS, being embarrassed to learn how i'd spoken to a coworker recently and hoping my apology would be accepted (it was, i'm grateful)
taking mr smear to meet our old neighbours at the park on a beautifully cloudy, cold evening; successfully negotiating his jacket closed (hooray!)

frustrated but accepting of his misnaming green goblin as hulk and arnim zola as iron man, but blown away by the immediate success of the experiment watching him roleplaying as intended

a big, delicious dinner before prepping him for bed, the rain of a welcome storm in the background

the joy of his play and hearing him struggle and work through little scenarios. the horror seeing him make the green goblin eat beetle's poop and at a complete loss as to how to handle that.

finishing happy season one thoroughly entertained, watching tony robbins on relationships

tuesday 22nd:

an actual conversation with hyperviper for the first time in years, learning that he's been blinded in one eye by a stroke :(
fiddling until 1am... then 1.30am...

in case it wasn't enough waking up with a sore and stiff neck, my lower back had to join the party too. managing to drop mr smear at school around 8am and get lost (using waze and maps) on the way to the auto workshop situated in one of the city's lesser-known godforsaken areas

ubering back to civilization, getting a bus pass sorted then settling into my mom's coffee shop; slowly and stupidly doing things and eventually making a little progress, suspecting the decaf almond latte of not being almond milk and becoming increasingly concerned that it would mess me up (fortunately it turned out to be almond milk)

walking to pick up mr smear and take him home on the bus, a surprisingly straightforward trip home with mr smear falling asleep just before we arrived, finding gd injured again after one false move getting up
passing out for an hour or two, mr smear waking me up to change his diaper and feed him, an afternoon lost to behaviour debates and other distractions

not only did i have to call the mechanic for an update, they hadn't even begun to work on my car and then lied about how long they'd told me it would take, leaving us unexpectedly carless for an extra day
eventually getting mr smear into bed, settling down to watch something before a meeting and having to jump downstairs to spend half an hour with my mom wrestling with a borrowed baby seat
a short meeting followed by a long night of moving things around

wednesday 23rd:

2.10am by the time i figured out VSTS load testing and was ready to go to bed

early up, morning media control generating tension, rushing to get to my mom by 8am for a lift to town

being hugely disappointed to learn that if there's a problem with the car's shocks it'll need custom engineering, and that i might not need anything and everyone's been talking shit to me

making good work progress, picking up mr smear and bussing home (he enjoyed seeing lots of policemen busting the suspicious curio shop next door), tasting gd's weirdly delicious carob brownies (tasted like marzipan), ubering to the workshop to pick up my car - left unlocked with the window open, and nothing was taken! - an agreeable conversation before heading straight to my massage therapist who discovered a new but important way to hurt me (the ilotibial bands on my legs that are related somehow to my rls)

a long but positive discovery meeting before taking mr smear shopping with me, running into my mom which really helped, buying a cheap samsui replacement for my infuriating iphone, eating falafel, mr smear falling asleep at the grocery store

backing up and attempting to transfer data ("at least i won't be doing this again, screw you apple!", i thought... wrongly)

a bit of black panther (the accents! the horror!)
the netflix series letdown has a lot of potential, but is in fact quite a let-down

thursday 24th: transfer day

installing apps until 1.10am - this would turn into a theme over the next couple of days, with the cheap samsui unable to operate more than one app even if everything was pushed to the extra memory card.

...

<lost journal entries due to a failed attempt to switch phones>

so i'm back on my iphone until i can upgrade gd's contract because it sucks but it doesn't suck as much.

...

thursday morning started really badly because we'd forgotten that the cleaning lady would be coming in when we needed to be at gd's not-hypnotherapist, i managed to figure out the solution only to race home to pick up gd and discover that she'd postponed her appointment - rendering all my efforts useless.

thursday afternoon saw the second long afternoon meeting that would prevent me from taking mr smear out to play (i felt like a bad dad), going straight to gd's class about the mikveh (she got emotional)

friday 25th:

a better morning, trying to buy coffee and finding out i'd maxed out my credit card (no stress), using gd's time at her not-hypnotherist to learn to backup whatsapp conversations to the icloud, home (ali wong and late breakfast), picking up mr smear, sailor arriving at some point, another meeting but only half an hour, getting a health check during a pharmacy run and being told i'm in perfect health but need to lose a few kilos, coming home to defiantly eat more of gd's baking, taking mr smear to the park before taking him to the temple

saturday 26th:

a long walk with mr smear that included the blue train, our favourite artisan bread and the green point park, the Big Drama of hunting for gd's most treasured article of clothing for an hour before realizing that it had been thrown out with all her summer stuff (boy, was that a long and uncomfortable story), my mom arriving to let us go to the afrikaburn event just in time to participate, things eventually calming down but gd unwilling to go so i went by myself

meeting shadowslight there, sitting in on a couple of meetings and learning about burn mechanics and how radical self-reliance is actually very similar to my own vision of the future, a generally fun and interesting few hours including an exciting meeting with an old friend and pitching him my new idea

driving shadowslight home (an impressive tech-support call on the road)

finally finishing black panther - not amazing, but certainly very good

sunday 27th:

going to the world of birds with our brazilian friends, the moms and kids enjoying the place and the dads discussing politics, going to the indian restaurant for lunch and finding them closed (on a sunday afternoon?!?) so heading next door to the italian place for an all-round disappointing experience (later leaving them a harsh review and receiving a reassuring call from one of the owners)

two episodes of the new season of 13 reasons why, then managing to put in some personal project time for a couple of hours

monday 28th:

a VERY cold day, and wet too (yay!), mr smear's cough keeping him with us, gd's MRI and taking mr smear to the park to joyfully play in the fallen leaves until the rain started (successfully managing to get him to close his jacket!), getting another panel-beater quote, successfully introducing gd to the virgin active collection, bumping into my cousin and organizing our account upgrade, rushing back to the mediclinic to pay for the MRI, get to the specialist, leave gd there and take mr smear home to nap while i waited for the cleaning lady to not arrive (second time in a row, and i needed to be in gd's meeting), realizing as gd got home that we'd completely forgotten our appointments with the jewish agency!

mad rush to get there, getting lost on the way, one very positive meeting (it IS possible to get around bad consulates), two very awkward ones (student authority and job hunting), and a terrible moment where i thanked a lady for her help and immediately registered that the lady who'd actually helped me was sitting next to her O_o

getting a bunch of things done before taking mr smear to the waterfront, in-out at the aquarium that included mr smear putting his hand on a urinal again (of course it has to be in a restroom that makes it difficult to wash a child's hands), the joy of him tucking into a falafel wrap with gusto, a long and tantum-y visit to the pharmacy and grocery store, leaving half the shopping list because i just didn't have the energy any more and coming home to shower him and get him ready for bed

crashing immediately after getting him to sleep

today:

getting up just over an hour ago, and now finally ready to get some paid work done

people say i'm a dreamer

one of my dreams is to live in a world where people aren't afraid to be honest, and don't need to be afraid to tell strangers when they're infringing on their rights.

i shouldn't have to be afraid to tell someone not to smoke in a gas station, or standing next to me and my kid under a no smoking sign. or not to let their dog poop on my doorstep. the absurdity of being threatened physically on these kinds of occasions almost makes me ashamed to be ineffectually behaving in a civil manner instead of stooping to their level.

mid may already

jesus. not only am i shocked that the year's going by so quickly, but i'm amazed to find myself snacking on brussel sprouts at 1am.

i've just social media blocked someone i was good friends with at school because i cannot handle seeing his ignorant posts about israel's current border crisis which are made all the more toxic by his position as a jew and a (mediocre) comedian and writer who has audiences who pay attention to him.

---thursday may 10th:

figuring out some important things while reading kill six billion demons between tests - a pity there's a lot of SJW / identity politics bullshit in it, because it's otherwise very good

going to bed around 2.15am

a stressful morning erupting in the car, a superhero shirt having a remarkably positive effect on my relationship with my son

an hour managing minor tasks while waiting for gd, quick shopping on the way to picking up mr smear, an extra minute's drive irritating me but getting mr smear to sleep

a much-needed massage, walking out late for a meeting that wasn't going to happen, a little work success then taking mr smear to meet gd at the point mall, mr smear singing the pretender at the top of his little lungs from the trolley, home for dinner, handing over to my mom and going to gd's class

forgetting my jacket in the car when it was COLD, the hebrew teacher losing her shit after the class, a really interesting talk about fourth-dimensional beings, garment fringes for women throughout history and the arbitrary wrongness of PTBM (positive time-based mitzvot)

a long talk with my mom, cellphone option exploration, working hard

friday 11th:

the dramatic midnight discovery that mr smear had gone to bed with a soiled diaper

working until 2.15 then suddenly and desperately exhausted

fifteen-minute wakeup at 7.30am, a quick breakfast shovel 'n slurp before showering before taking mr smear to school in his superman onesie

checking out the virgin active collection - serious value for serious money - and returning to my car to find that it'd been bumped by someone who (apparently) wouldn't have noticed had it not been for a really helpful dude who witnessed the incident

settling in to work and receiving a call from a recruiter, subsequently looking over my old posts and finding that i'd been (rightly) down-voted for posting a sample that looked like i must have been having a stroke

picking up a jolly mr smear, an easy drive home (loving him yelling along to eifo hayeled) and adding the extra street ftw

(missing naptime)

trying to take mr smear to the park on a blustery day, his first successful use of the fireman's pole (!)

(missing evening)

dinner with my mom, showering with dub, putting mr smear to bed

(missing night, too?, i don't recall a thing)

saturday 12th:

crazy dreams of hiking and the author of the china study having been a famous horror film actor, sleeping in and waking up with a stiff neck

finally moving out around 11am, the telkom shift manager fast-tracking my move to prepaid because the systems were down (whoo hoo!), no apple doctors available to fix my phone on the weekend, the live looping genius at nobel square again, a semi-failed lunch with forks and beetroot, mr smear falling asleep for the exact time i needed to sort out a new phone and contract, offering tears for coin-operated rides, tea with my mom and mr smear spilling his babyccino all over himself (and getting me wet, too)

home, pharmacy runs (the first was closed), a neighbour awkwardly sharing her prejudices about the downstairs murder victim, finally making a mother's day reservation, watching monsters inc over pies for dinner, playtime before bed being fun but winding mr smear up, a long good night followed by a couple of hours of not much

sunday 13th:

up until 2am on a combination of work and hackerrank, going to bed with highway to hell's "living easy, living free" bouncing around my head and reminding me that you can do one or the other, but not both...

mr smear calling for me in the night, gd suspecting some kind of infection

getting up with gd for mother's day, watching toy story 2 with mr smear before starting the day with hackerrank "small victories" which i'm now using as a form of willpower building

taking a lot longer than planned to leave, a fun superpark playdate with mr smear's brazilian friend, a train ride that was extended so that the driver could flirt with a girl eating lunch (not clear if she was happy about that), mr smear repeatedly jumping down a giant slide by himself and making me very proud, becoming irritated by the lack of parenting visible in other kids' behaviour and grabbing a cup of coffee before taking mr smear home, picking up gd's phone, returning to the waterfront to get her new phone, returning home to pick up gd and mr smear and head through to town to meet my mom for a late mother's day lunch at plant

a good buffet, a walnut scare, mr smear enjoying himself

new phone setup - i'm now a huawei fan - showering mr smear and getting him into bed without too much trouble, watching the first bit of doctor strange, building willpower (hackerrank) and getting into work

monday 14th:

working well until 2.15am, tough up at 7.30

a well-timed fight before a helpful therapy session

a long sprouting co. burger preparation (he started from scratch) and a very engaging conversation (economics and apartheid infrastructure)

the indescribable pride in mr smear managing to give the doctor a urine sample (also his first time calling him by name)

finally eating the lunch we'd been carrying with us, returning to pick up the abandoned smoothie and continuing the previous conversation where we'd left off

arriving at the waterfront just in time for mr smear to nap, bad phone reception stress, big grocery shopping and the regional manager walking in to find me struggling (so sad for the store managers), back home for half an hour of chores then rushing out to spar to pick up "unusual items" (kimchi and tofu) and returning too late to take mr smear to play with our old neighbour's kids

gd very upset about the international community's responses to the US embassy move to jerusalem and the IDF defending israel's borders

monsters inc., a big dinner, falling asleep while putting mr smear to bed and waking up a short while later with him still awake, saying goodnight and putting myself straight to bed

tuesday 15th:

the disappointing news that south africa recalled its israeli ambassador

dropping mr smear at school, working out of my mom's coffee shop, almost driving over a spaced-out homeless man who walked right behind my car while i was reversing, taking mr smear for a headshot update where he won over the photographer with his superhero poses and breakdancing

three circles around the block before mr smear was ready for his nap

work (and work frustration), then taking mr smear to the gym for a good bag workout

getting home in time for mr smear to (accidentally) dump gd's brilliant vegan shepherd's pie on the floor before taking her to her class; coming home to feed him, insert my new SIM card and prep him for bed, then leaving him with my mom (he played really nicely all evening) and return to the temple to join gd. first impression with the new SIM: it's a relief to be back on vodacom's network, and my contract is effectively prepaid so it's comforting to know that i'll have control over my spending and a significant chunk of my billing. now if only my caller id was working...

it was an entertaining class, we came home to good reports from my mom; a chat with nystire before eating and getting started on the stupidly delicious chocolate zucchini cakes gd baked, thoroughly enjoying the rest of dr strange

today:

fiddling a bit with sailor's macbook and doing a little work and posting this and crashing before the big meeting with the publisher (whoops, should'a gone to bed earlier...)

stuff happens

i'm tired, i'm busy, i'm sore... but i'm full of gratitude, love, and hope. and feeling kinda chilled, which is pretty amazing for me.

wednesday 18th april:

tender neck, second night of foghorn in a row

dragged out of bed to the couch, causing an upset by allegedly putting mr smear off his breakfast, "NO i love you!" on the way to school

back home, passing out facedown on the couch, driving gd to the chiropractor, working, picking up mr smear (who'd been very bossy with his mates), getting him home to bed and crashing myself, pouring rain (yay!), a pharmacy run, a conference call with sailor, a grocery run, skipping the gym

sailor over for dinner, a long time getting mr smear to bed, almost midnight before finally getting to work

thursday 19th:

eyes crossing and going to bed around 1.30pm

*somebody* seeing the electric quad bike on waking up and i promised him we'd use it to avoid disaster

"a café latte and vacuum cleaner to go" - i wish i'd been recording that

working well during gd's hypnotherapy session, but getting a bummer of a call from a recruiter with at least partially bullshit feedback

a quick wellness warehouse visit before picking up mr smear, picking him up and learning that he'd stood on his best friend (i now believe that means "stood up to") and watching him tell the new israeli girl he didn't want to play with her (she was sad, and later her parents behaved awkwardly with me so i guess that's not happening)

coming home to police tape - our downstairs neighbour had been murdered in the night

mr smear napping while i worked and gd enthusiastically inspected the new cleaning lady's work

leaving very late for the independence day celebrations at ratanga junction, my first time there and sadly the last time it'll be open (or was it? i'm not sure), some great rides, a generally fun afternoon

returning home in the dark but taking mr smear out to the parking lot with the electric quad bike because a promise is a promise - gd and i both enjoying the experience as well

getting him ready for bed, the book for boys turning out to be a poor choice as well as possibly containing dust mites

needing to lie down immediately after getting mr smear to sleep in spite of having taken a good swig of coffee a little earlier, and a little later moving to the bed

friday 20th:

uncomfortably warm around 2am, otherwise mysteriously sleeping through the night

gd taking her first uber alone before i took mr smear to school, working painfully methodically through the morning from mom's coffee shop, picking up mr smear then picking up gd who'd subsequently ubered to her hairdresser in town (so proud!), then mistakenly going to the high school for a stem cell drive that turned out to be closer to home... by that time and in that traffic we weren't going to make it

home, issues with a wired mr smear, finally closing in on the problem i'd been struggling with, a big grocery shopping and successfully getting mr smear to sleep (although not for very long), home and code polishing

i laughed when he sneezed into the bowl he was eating his mushroom pie out of, then promptly forgot about it. later, i stole a spoonful of pie in spite of his protests and the texture reminded me of my earlier laughter and transformed it into disgust and remorse

lots of work (very slow going, very repetitive), showering mr smear and getting him ready for friday night dinner, gd making a real effort to get ready but getting in the car and realizing she'd need to stay home

a really nice dinner at my cousins', mr smear being uncooperative with me but good with everyone else and loving the cat

i think my cousin's finally ready to join me in my recruitment project

a late night, mr smear passing out on the way home, james acaster

saturday 21st:

going to bed at 00.30

everyone sleeping in, getting up first and into reading the invisibles

gd unable to join us visiting my great aunt and cousin from london, a lovely morning, dropping my cousin off at the market, bringing mr smear home and eating a great lunch before heading off to finally get my second laser treatment, parking in an entitled jaguar driver, home for some more the invisibles and introducing mr smear to the smashing pumpkins and nirvana music videos

taking mr smear to the aquarium, but he passed out as we entered the parking lot (again) so i grabbed a cup of coffee and had a long chat with horseman, then i ran him (literally) to the aquarium for the last ten minutes before closing, then stopped for falafel and a smoothie before taking him home to shower and get into bed

james acaster is phenomenal.

sunday 22nd:

an easy morning, taking mr smear to the waterfront (and the aquarium in time for feeding), him enjoying kale (!) and then choosing a kale and spinach frozen "yoghurt" (based on the color) which tasted so good he didn't believe it had spinach in it

returning home and putting him in bed, struggling with an uncomfortable belly, sailor coming over for a while, mr smear refusing dinner, mom coming over for a quick shower, showering mr smear and getting him into bed, jordan peterson videos, the remainder of thirty minutes or it's free (great!), an online race debate

monday 23rd:

working until after 2am, the same tedious and time-consuming loop giving me plenty of time to read more of the invisibles (and a little bit of kill six billion demons...)

going to bed with the foghorn, waking up at 6am to a cold, wet morning; mr smear waking me up with great rock music

even having woken up at six, still unable to leave on time and only managing the car service pickup because the mechanic was late

working hard and getting nowhere on a side-problem that should not be (IIS crashing because entity framework asynchronous tasks are failing disgracefully), walking to the school to pick up mr smear and noticing some of the area's details for the first time, picking up an exhausted mr smear on the one day i didn't have a car and having to carry him back to the gardens centre, ordering a wrap at pulp kitchen and having him pass out on my shoulder while i waited (oh gods, in retrospect i could simply have taken the stroller with me if i'd known there wouldn't be buses due to a strike)

the mechanic arriving unannounced, forcing me to hurriedly pack up and wake mr smear thoroughly before locating him, getting him home awake, his infectious enthusiasm for an activity book i picked up, eating and crashing and waking up a couple of hours later feeling totally awful and certain that mr smear and i had picked up a bug

more frustrating work and feeling a bit bad for not taking mr smear out, one quick visit to the grocery store, sailor arriving to show me the new dev machine that he wasn't ready to part with yet, getting mr smear showered and into bed and talking strategy for a while

thinking i'd figured things out then finding out i was wrong

tuesday 24th:

finishing book 1 of the invisibles (the opening stories were fantastic, the rest were merely entertaining) while repeatedly refactoring and testing until eventually going to bed after 2am having made progress but not nearly enough (and still unsure of how or why)

crawling out of bed at 7.30-ish
dropping mr smear off late
reading a cool short story (welcome to your authentic indian experience) and purchasing an acoustic guitar and a ukulele for mr smear while waiting for my shock absorbers to be seen to - which they weren't, and i still haven't gotten them replaced
more work frustration at my mom's coffee shop
mr smear passing out to tool :)
coming home famished, remembering the notes to tool - jimmy when testing out the acoustic

lots of fun familiarizing ourselves with the strings as a family, mr smear really getting into his ukulele

working hard and effectively giving up for a crap workaround, then dropping mr smear off at the gym crèche, running well for fifteen minutes then doing good bag work for another fifteen before showering quickly, taking mr smear home, meeting the sprout king on the way to picking up something from the pharmacy, leaving mr smear and getting gd to her class

a very interesting class, coming home for a quick dinner, working until midnight and then going to bed

wednesday 25th:

mr smear waking us up at 6.30 to play guitar, the pretender being the first song of the day

learning that an old friend's mother, whom i hadn't so much as thought about in over twenty years, passed away recently and being struck by a surprising sadness and a flood of fond memories

settling into to mom's cafe, taking quite a while to get started with work and my investigation moving really slowly; remembering to order a muffin for the principal on the way to picking up mr smear

mr smear falling asleep just before we arrived home, heading out for an important meeting with sailor which ended with a delicious lunch at the sunshine sprouting co.

needing to lie down while chatting with horseman, but not for very long because mr smear woke me to play guitar with him; taking him to the aquarium for a fun half hour, then a grocery shopping. he was mostly well-behaved until we came home and he tried throwing a couple of tantrums, which must have tired him out as he went straight to bed without showering and passed out while i read a grimm tale

watching an impressive first episode of the alienist, working until

thursday 26th:

past 00.30 after intentionally consuming caffeine, which didn't help much so i got up at 7am with everyone else

the morning disappearing frightfully fast, dropping mr smear off late and being rewarded with a view of the kids racing around the playground

a few frustrating hours at mom's coffee shop, sadly just missing a downpour on the way to pick mr smear up (the car needed a wash)

filling up the tank on the way home, learning that the attendants are too scared to ask people not to smoke in the petrol station because not long ago some guy jumped out of his car and attacked them with a knife for doing so

mr smear napping until we got home, lunch and guitar practice before heading to my mom's apartment to try and get some more work done, not really making any more progress than in the morning although some of the lack of success could perhaps be attributed to struggles downloading the new battletech game which finally came out

coconut water and wasabi peas on the way home, taking mr smear for a walk to the park, lots of dogs to play with, rushing home

receiving the news that i'm a great uncle - holy crap!

gd's last hebrew class with the good teacher, a very interesting study session about the talit

coming home to a sleeping mr smear, dinner and jordan peterson videos, another excellent episode of the alienist, work and

friday 27th:

distractions (including severe rls) and mr smear coughing himself awake

paying for beyond compare, feeling cheated, organizing a refund and heading back into kdiff3's arms (i like beyond compare, but kdiff3's just fine so i'm ultimately glad i didn't get what i wanted)

into bed just before 2.30am

up early, being disappointed that it wasn't fancon yet, a little guitar, being inspired to write by my younger niece's abhorrent behaviour (she was rude to my sister who'd messaged her to congratulate her on becoming an aunt)

mr smear showering with gd for the first time, visiting my uncle and his son-in-law and watching the end of the korean war, learning (slowly) to just ignore his political views and bigotry

taking mr smear to kirstenbosch with my mom and turning around when we realized he'd passed out, him waking up as we got back, me taking a nap

reading a bit of the long earth (simply incredible), taking a call with a colleague and at the very end mr smear lacerating his frenulum while horsing about on the couch; gd throwing her back out completely helping me ready him for an ER visit (we had been struggling to find indoor entertainment because of the cold, wet weather and that seemed to do)

my mom meeting us at the hospital, a very expensive assurance that he was fine by the same doctor that treated mr smear the previous year

mr smear falling asleep in the car again, stopping at cape quarter for my mom, ordering dinner, picking it up, carrying it home (loose), grocery shopping with my mom, kiddush and dinner and bedtime (reading him grimm to sleep)

vlc trouble, falling asleep on the couch in front of monty python documentaries on netflix (meh, really not interesting)

saturday 28th:

moving to the bed at midnight, then waking up at 5.30am for mr smear's coughing fit and more rejection - he'd been keeping me at arm's length for a couple of days and i began to seriously consider that my beard was implicated

gd letting me sleep in, breakfast and waiting for an appraisal team that arrived two hours late (unlike thursday, where the guy didn't bother to pitch at all), guitars and ukuleles

taking mr smear to the park, some fun moments, him falling asleep on the way home and waking just as i reached into the stroller to transfer him to his bed and my mom rang with her uncanny timing

catching an hour's rest, then taking mr smear to a birthday party in tableview and arriving with him snoring loudly behind me; having a chance to say hi and grab something to drink before waking him up to play

a lovely but chilly afternoon, a pleasant drive home, an early night for everyone

sunday 29th:

fancon:

1. mr smear meeting a silent spiderman! i couldn't take a photo without gd, sadly... we did get a photo taken with a life-sized batman, however, and then later mr smear wanted to go back to give him a hug
2. picking up a beautiful local sci-fi story called nero: genesis
3. the overweight dancers in predator outfits were actually pretty cool
4. no toys for children, but some cool figurines that i sadly couldn't justify purchasing for myself
5. asking about local publishers and being directed to someone who might be able to help
6. mistaking a large group of religious muslims for cosplayers for a moment (awkward)

a long afternoon without naps, eventually taking mr smear to the park where he passed out on arrival, returning home in the wind to discover that i'd lost my keys - struggling in my panic to find out from the security guard if he'd seen anything only to realize that he'd picked up the keys and was just messing with me

a weird but pleasant reunion at an old friend's shiva house, home for delicious kimchi, shower and bedtime, and slowly falling asleep on the couch watching the alienist

monday 30th:

up at 7am, a few minutes on the guitar reassuring me that muscle memory really is a thing, at the park by 10.30 to meet the friend that mr smear thought would be at fancon (i think he now believes that fancon is his friend's mother's name), some good stuff and some less good, him eating well before we left, the extra mileage stopping at baby city failing to put him to sleep (possibly the fault of my choice of dr horrible's sing-along blog as accompaniment), watching the series while eating lunch

taking a nap (just me) for an hour and waking up feeling stoned: the new cleaning lady took one look at me and suggested we need to pray more. and take some magic herbs that she just happens to be a reseller for...

mr smear passing out as we arrived at gd's (new?) chiropractor, taking the opportunity to grab a coffee and standing behind the husband of the bully (bitermom) who convinced us to leave mr smear's previous school

grocery shopping, waking mr smear when getting in the car, a doctor's visit, rushing home to let the cleaning lady leave and finding her locked out on the balcony with no phone

picking up gd and mr smear, returning home to unpack, eat, shower (to a michael jackson playlist, i thought he'd be into it but he defiantly continued to sing the chorus of the pretender until i put it on

a long bedtime, three original grimm tales that had me walking out shocked to repeat to gd - powerful stuff! and very dark.

jordan peterson videos before getting to work

tuesday 1st may:

working until 2.15am while continuing to watch videos because the edit / compile / test cycle was so long

gd waking up feeling the the previous day's chiropractor had done her more harm than good and myself struggling with cranial nerve pressure

a good start to the day (and end), feeling grateful that we've picked up guitar (and ukulele) and stretching a part of my brain that i didn't even know i missed - just repeating the basic chords over and over and saying their names until i kinda get them

taking mr smear to the company gardens to feed the squirrels, his first milkstache from a soy babyccino, going to the waterfront to check out the two big toy stores and deciding to look for figurines online, mr smear still not asleep by the time we returned home so i walked him around a couple of blocks

gd eating something with strawberries!!!

discovering that mr smear and i won a prize at fancon that includes a weekend pass for two to comiccon in johannesburg!! (flights not included, but my brother's happy to host us)

driving out to oudemolan to meet an old schoolmate, mr smear's first horse ride (so cool!) with an amazing mountain sunset backdrop, the kids really enjoying each others' company while we chatted until it was late

home, shower (an improvement over the previous two days), guitar and ukulele practice, dinner

news that gd's brother's leg's been amputated above the knee and he's in serious pain

getting mr smear to bed, enjoying reading him to sleep again but leaving his room at 9.30pm :/
another great episode of the alienist, settling in to a very slow night of work

wednesday 2nd:

taking some time to publish a summary of my zombie thesis and a challenge to jordan peterson (obviously it won't count unless it's on youtube), downloading battletech on my mom's wifi because i have to have my copy even if i don't know when i'll get a chance to play it.

a little nero: genesis, a last bit of work and mini metro until 3am (i didn't say i was smart)

roughly up at 7.45, getting mr smear to class just before 9 and laughing at him amusing one of his friends by interrupting his song with fake sneezing

returning home to take gd to see a specialist - of course it would rain the day after i had the car washed - reading a bit while waiting, stopping at pulp kitchen for wraps with a background of elderly sausage finger sucking and dying seal barks, beginning to fall asleep while waiting for the food

picking up a sad mr smear who wanted to stay and play with the teacher (he'd had a fallout with his friends), napping on arrival, waking up to him crying inconsolably for half an hour and managing to calm him down a minute before gd returned home (of course)

taking mr smear to mambo's but discovering that they close before 6pm (?!), turning around then taking the wrong route to pick up my mom to pick up some things at the waterfront; a quick shopping mission taking an hour and a half due to a certain needy boy, and we were no longer able to get to the temple's lag ba'omer festivities :(

dinner and bedtime, an episode of the alienist, a little dangermouse and then a quick nap that turned into a full night's sleep

thursday 3rd:

a tough morning with a disagreeable mr smear, dropping him off and taking gd through to her not-hypnotherapy session, housekeeping but no work progress, a visit to wellness warehouse and picking up frozen coconut yoghurt from myog, struggling to get mr smear to the car but the not-yoghurt motivating him nicely, trying to manually induce a nap but strolling him around the block but after an hour coming home quite demoralized

a quick lunch, then a run to mambo's and shoprite to learn that it's nigh impossible to find reasonably priced action figures / dolls appropriate for boys

next level guitar callouses

a little work before taking mr smear out to the beach and park, finally meeting our israeli neighbours from two years ago and really hitting it off

dinner, figuring out the shower problem (he prefers me to pick him up to wash his hair, which sucks for my back but fine), a pleasant bedtime, watching the amazing spiderman 2 for the second time because we'd both forgotten the story

booking flights for comiccon! (the hopper app is fantastic)

friday 4th:

work - which basically meant staying up until 3am struggling with git branch selective merging while entertaining myself with random stuff that included nero: genesis

up and at 'em: waking up a 7.45am with a buzzing sensation under my skin, getting a couple of sips of coffee in before getting mr smear to school around 8.30

being very grateful on his behalf - one of his friends was trying to hug him, and after a bit of a struggle mr smear hit him; i was greatly relieved to hear his friend tell him "that's too rough" and give him an opportunity to apologize

arriving at skinny legs cafe much earlier than planned and finding a parking across the road, sailor not pitching for our meeting and being unable to get hold of him so using the time to get through some paid work; a long and deeply personal discussion before a business agreement before leaving to pick up mr smear, who'd had a much better day and happily hugged me hello and didn't make a fuss about leaving (*phew!*)

stopping myself from getting out of the car to yell at an entitled old man who almost hit us, later lecturing an older woman about driving responsibly when she drove into an occupied pedestrian crossing while checking her phone - it's mind-bogglingly normal here for people to text and drive or talk without a hands-free

walking mr smear around the block but giving up on the nap, guitar practice (much to his chagrin, he was certain there was youtube time coming), meeting gd and then sailor for lunch at the sunshine sprouting company, bringing it home for a bit of nutrition science ball-busting before sailor finally prepared the macbook for me while i worked

suddenly feeling exhausted and possibly ill, taking mr smear shopping and struggling to keep him awake; home for a traditional friday night and a simple supper, an early bedtime for mr smear, watching justice league (and barely being able to see it through, i enjoyed it but i'm pretty sure i missed stuff), pre-bed computer sorting that took an hour longer than anticipated and finally crashing around 11.30pm

saturday 5th:

tantrum morning and a toothbrushing that upset gd almost as much as it upset mr smear

taking mr smear to the waterfront, the live looping musical genius blowing us away with his digeridoo / electric violin / keyboard / guitar / triangle / shaker / beatboxing

meeting our brazilian friends and going to the new indoor play area (it's permanent!) to spend the next couple of hours getting physical on their obstacle course

a failed attempt to repeat the previous kale success, waiting impatiently behind the drunk dad who couldn't figure out the menu and didn't give a damn

a lovely harbour cruise, good play and then long naps for everyone!

going to my mom's to download xcode on the unlimited connection, which took a while, then coming back home for dinner, showertime and bedtime which went pretty well

watching captain america: the winter soldier

sunday 6th:

setting up the macbook, vaguely remembering how it works

there's nothing like your child repeatedly yelling "go away mommy and daddy!" in their sleep at 1am

crashing after 1.30 feeling a bit more secure about phonegap

up and at 'em, an emergency pharmacy run interrupting an otherwise efficient leaving, a beautiful day at kirstenbosch that mr smear enjoyed except for lunchtime with sailor (not only was he tired and bored, but he refused to try the delicious vegan choc chip muffin or the mediterranean salad he usually loves; trying to drink his babyccino upside down failed spectacularly, hiking a trail with him asleep in the stroller and a playdate with a teacher friend who had some very interesting things to say about the local schools and helpful information regarding age-appropriate learning

a solid sing-along drive home, my mom visiting after a long weekend away, falling asleep while putting mr smear to bed, crashing on the couch for a bit then moving to the bed

monday 7th:

sleeping until 7.30, dropping off mr smear and getting some work done at mom's coffee shop, picking him up getting him home awake... a roundtrip to download at my mom's and pick up groceries, then taking him to the waterfront

he was almost asleep before he saw his plastic bike, getting good exercise, the play area by the smoker's corner, a second visit to the superpark (climbing wall frustration, and mr smear calling the kids on the monkey bars monkeys, but generally having a good time), a visit to the aquarium with tears post-sandpit and a photo-booth rescue of the day

home, dinner, reasonable bedtime, half of captain america: civil war

cranial nerve pressure and a tender swelling at the top of my spine

tuesday 8th:

working hard until almost 1am (when i was supposed to be in bed pre-meeting with the potential publisher)

the disappointment in my coworker who a) couldn't figure out something that i thought was pretty straightforward and b) didn't say anything until he'd already burned a full workday

4.30am drama with mr smear that gd took care of

waking up from a dream wherein YWE, kanye's father, was a phenomenal poet and we were laughing about how we'd never had any interest in kanye until we began appreciating where he came from

stress getting ready for a meeting that i had the wrong date for

that terrifying relief when only *almost* spilling coffee over your workstation keyboard

mr smear not napping again, walking around and stopping for a smoothie, running into our neighbour friends, gd switching places with me, the cleaning lady not pitching and getting a bit of a rest

mr smear initially unimpressed that i wouldn't put the tv on, but then playing really nicely for a while as i got some work done

mom taking over, a good class but ending with some hebrew teacher drama

back of my head swelling: dr google informing me that i either had some kind of infection, or cancer

wednesday 9th:

working hard until 2am

forgotten laptop bag but early to class

DRIVING PSI:

it appears that most people on the roads don't know this, so please do help me share: indicators are designed to be used BEFORE you make your turn, so that the drivers around you can anticipate where you're planning on going and drive accordingly. using them AS you turn is utterly useless.

also, if somebody lets you pass, deep nose picking is not the appropriate hand signal to say "thank you".

it's not a tumour, i just have severe muscular distress all over my skull and upper back

struggling with road rage when picking up mr smear (starting to thing that a nuclear apocalypse might not be such a bad thing), getting him into bed (!) and taking a nap myself before diving into my coworker's task... initially being okay with helping him out, but then he just seemed to get lazy

a heavy grocery shopping during a software update, taking mr smear to the gym

forgetting my shoes again, hitting the bag hard for forty five minutes; discovering during my cool-down set that my left shoulder has very little mobility (i failed to strike a target with my elbow)

taking mr smear to the park for a gorgeous sunset, coming home for some good music and introducing him to pink floyd

a huge (and delicious) dinner, an easy shower (i got a really nice hug while drying him, and when i asked him if he didn't like my beard he told me "you can't take it off, daddy" ^_^), and an awesome bedtime: after reading green eggs and ham together (he finishes the sentences), mr smear put together a little play using our hands to represent our family members hugging each other before turning in

finishing captain america: civil war (hardcore) before getting back to work

this. good night.

dear jordan peterson - postmodernism is not the problem

i am a reasonably educated man for my time - a qualification in this day and age that effectively undoes the adjective - and i focused quite a lot of my studies on postmodernism after having my mind cracked open by some of james hillman's writings and a particularly brilliant professor. you have spoken at length about the evils of postmodernism, and while i absolutely agree with your assessment of the subject of your speech it worries me that you have labelled it "postmodernism" when it's anything but.

postmodernism, in my estimation, can be summarized by the awareness of narrative as a super-structure that at its core teaches us the dangers of ideology and provides proto-tools for defending against precisely the kinds of dangerously subversive ideologies we're facing today.

it is ironic, then, that the flag of marxism - a perfectly modernist movement - is being carried by educators and activists who consider themselves postmodern when they have fallen into the very trap that postmodernism warns us of. all these things that you have described are not attributes of postmodernism, they're attributes of poisonous ideologies that twist aspects of postmodern theory for their own, blindly modernist agendas.

berger and zijderveld laid out the underlying causes of fundamentalism in their work "in praise of doubt", establishing it as a counterstrike against the potential nihilism of postmodern awareness, but i don't think they took the idea far enough: it's not just fundamentalism in religion that has become the opiate of choice for those wrestling with postmodern anxiety, nor even fundamentalism in any other ideology (scientism, marxism, capitalism, liberalism, conservatism), but fundamentalism in almost any aspect of life. we see this predominantly in things like fitness culture, sports fanaticism and all the isms relating to dietary choices; these days it seems people can find comfort and meaning in pretty much anything.

---i find your suggestion that people need to understand statistics a vast oversimplification. i believe a number of things need to start happening in order for us to prevent more radical left (and right) zombification^[*].

we need to build a bridge between the sciences and the humanities. scientists who don't understand what it means to be operating in a subjective mapping of the physical world have a tendency to produce bad science and useless engineering, which we've been seeing quite a lot of in recent years. humanities students who cannot see beyond the subjective mapping to the physical world will dive into nonsensical wonderlands without even bothering to look for corroborating data, the idea of evidence being meaningless to them. at the very least we need to be teaching younger students the fundamentals of the scientific method and enough philosophy and psychology to develop of a basic understanding of ideology to be able to think critically in context.
this bridge needs to be built early on, long before we give our primary or secondary students choices of which subjects to drop and certainly before the average dropout leaves school.

we also need to improve access to information. since the advent of the internet, universities and their systems have rapidly devolved from being generators and disseminators of knowledge to gatekeepers and hoarders. even if the stranglehold on humanities you describe was to be relaxed, the relationship between research and education needs to be reexamined for the new paradigm. we need to dismantle the paywalls**, find better ways to store academic papers and research data, and we need to do this fast before all the good that universities produce is lost to chaos. putting lectures online for free is a wonderful first step, but public access to raw data and peer-reviewed analyses needs to happen too.

another important thing that needs to happen is that education needs to go viral, and you have almost single-handedly demonstrated how thirsty the world is for rationality and knowledge. that you have any followers at all brings me hope and i would like to take a moment to thank you for being a beacon of light in a predominantly dark age.

---** aaron swartz took an extreme position, but there are many potential models that could make open access economically viable. off the top of my head i can propose cheap individual monthly subscriptions, or microcharges for each paper accessed... this isn't rocket science.

zombies: capitalism without the capital

[REVISED AND REPOSTED HERE]

once upon a time it was suggested to me by one of my favourite professors that i turn my theory of zombies into a thesis, or a book. as it's looking less and less likely that that's going to happen, i've decided to scribble it down here in the hopes that somebody reads it and cares. there is an ulterior motive for the timing of this post.

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it is well-documented that monsters have traditionally served us as metaphors for societal fears. famous examples are of vampires (sexual repression), frankenstein's monster (science and technology), kaiju, such as godzilla (the dangers of nuclear technology), and that's not even getting started on the ancient monsters (from greek mythology and beowulf, for example, those must be interesting to examine).

one monster, the zombie, has undergone much transformation over the course of the last century. the most radical change was ushered in by george romero in night of the living dead, and occurred significantly at the dawn of the postmodern era. some have claimed that the postmodern zombie represents capitalist consumerism, but i find that a bit of a stretch even though it certainly fits what i would consider to be a potential category of zombieism*. but first, let's try to clarify what postmodernism is.

postmodernism, as i would summarize it, is defined by the awareness of the meta-narrative or ideology as the "operating system" of the individual which forms the basis of the subjective interpretation of reality and directs rationale and logic. postmodernism emerged from the glaring failures of modernism's "isms", the utopian narratives that resulted in such tragic movements as nazism, communism, futurism and the relegation of metered, rhyming poetry to the naughty corner. the wikipedia summary is neat as always:

While encompassing a disparate variety of approaches, postmodernism is typically defined by an attitude of skepticism, irony, or rejection toward the meta-narratives and ideologies of modernism, and often calls into question various assumptions of Enlightenment rationality. Common targets of postmodern critique include universalist notions of objective reality, morality, truth, human nature, reason, language, and social progress. Postmodern thinkers frequently call attention to the contingent or socially-conditioned nature of knowledge claims and value systems, situating them as products of particular political, historical, or cultural discourses and hierarchies. Accordingly, postmodern thought is broadly characterized by tendencies to self-referentiality, epistemological and moral relativism, pluralism, subjectivism, and irreverence

my thesis in a single sentence: i have come to believe that zombies represent the newfound fear of dominating ideologies.

1. zombies hunger for brains and infect healthy humans with viral ideas that nobody is safe from.
in their book in praise of doubt, berger and zijderveld explore fundamentalism and conclude that it is a reaction to postmodernism's potential for nihilism and the anxiety caused by an unstable sense of reality. one of the aspects discussed is that once someone has chosen to revert to the comfort and safety of religion, they must avoid all conflicting information and reduce their encounters with non-believers to a minimum in order to maintain their chosen belief. this behaviour is not only evident in religious communities - in particular, fundamentalist communities - but in other ideologies, from atheism and scientism to sexual identity groups to sports fanatics to pretty much anything that can provide a sense of belonging and purpose. our gods and our lifestyle choices and our hobbies are now ways in which we build our identity to the exclusion of almost everything else, and we circulate in our insulated groups while recruiting as many members as we can.

2. they are othered in a terrifying way while remaining so recognizably human that people cannot help but engage with them.
as our differences become more visible in our hyper-individualized western societies, whether in hair and clothing style, body art and modifications, mannerisms, or even social media profile keywords (eg political ideology), we sensationalize and stereotype more and more until the other has become utterly alien and monsterous. we cannot avoid engaging with those others who are close to us, such as our friends and family members, and when those close to us begin to adopt a new ideology they immediately pose a threat to our own existing ideologies.

3. they can only be stopped by attacking the brain.
you cannot win an ideological war with physical attacks, if anything you will only make the enemy more determined. historically, the only two ways to win an ideological war are genocide, an option i hope will remain off the table, and "winning hearts and minds". the latter is far more difficult in today's context, sadly, as it requires intelligent, well-educated warriors and we're living in an age of vast knowledge and very little wisdom.

that, in short and informal, is my theory of zombies.

---* i feel compelled to point out that here (and in most conversations on the topic) the idea of capitalism needs to be separated into two distinct components: capitalism the economic system and capitalism the ideology. the latter is relevant to the topic of zombieism, the former is not. perhaps that's a subject in need of its own post.

racism online

why am i getting into debates online about racism?

i was asked for my opinion on this article entitled 100 ways white people can make life less frustrating for people of color and wrote the following:

some of it i agree with 100%, some of it is silly and some of it is overtly racist. one of the biggest reliefs i've experienced since returning to south africa was working in a company where i was part of a white minority of peers, being able to have healthy interracial relations without the marxist left politics overshadowing every interaction and making people disconnect. people were happy to laugh at differences and have real dialogue, which is not what's happening in the rest of the west. not that things are perfect in this country, there's plenty of racism from all walks of life, but it doesn't have to be everywhere and run / ruin everything. i actually just watched a very interesting breakdown on white privilege and intersectionality by jordan peterson in which he makes the amazing point that intersectionality taken to its logical extreme shuts down the foundation of its own argument, i recommend giving it a watch: white privilege isn't real

at the end of the day, people need to learn to be respectful to people who are different to them and to be fair to everyone. anything more or less than that is wrong. there's plenty of systemic racism (see Filming Cops if you don't believe it) but fighting it with a different kind of racism is counterproductive. if you're privileged, use that privilege to make the world a better and more just place for everyone, but feeling guilty or acting purely out of guilt for being privileged in one aspect or another isn't helping anyone.

my opinion was challenged, and so i broke it down:

i don't believe the current state is "good enough", but i also don't believe that the way people are trying to fix things is going to make it any better. if anything, things are becoming worse as more and more white people are feeling shut out of the conversation and stop making any effort, in particular those who weren't and aren't already allied to anti-racism. it's divisive, and divisive isn't good. but that's just my white opinion, right?

i did read the list, let's exhaustively go through the items.

1-5, 7-10: 100%
6: meaningless
11: i don't know what "rinse" means, but cultural appropriation is a positive thing and trying to stop it is divisive. cultural appropriation is a form of cultural evolution and it works both ways.
12: that's not a race thing, it's a being a dick thing. i'm fairly certain it doesn't fall under "things white people do", but if it does then i agree
13-15: 100%
16: questioning anyone's blackness or whiteness is wrong regardless of your race. don't do it if you're white, don't do it if you're black.
17: this is a logical trap to ensure that white people can't be a part of a conversation on race. "shut your mouth, oppressor!" is not making things better.
18, 19: that's treating somebody of a different race as a "man on the inside", which is covered in points 1-10
20: inversely treating people as representatives of their race
21-23, 25, 26, 28: 100%
24: maybe, but also make sure to read up on psychology, philosophy and literary theory that isn't race-bound
27, 29, 32, 33: support art and projects you like, don't support something on principle because it's non-white. make sure you're not only exposed to all-white art and projects, THAT'S important.
30. it depends on what that means, if it's using something "culturally apporpriated" in a positive way it's fine, if it's making a joke of another culture that's different.
31. 100%
35: this is a long conversation, but in summary i don't agree
36, 37: what has this got to do with anything?
38: it's reasonable to expect immigrants to follow the rules of the dominant culture. if you don't like the rules of a dominant culture, move somewhere else. there's a difference between not letting people trample on your freedoms and on imposing your way of life on others.
39, 40: 100%
41: by race, 100%. by culture, factually incorrect. islam is inherently more homophobic than western society. russians are white, they're more homophobic than americans.
42-44: i don't know why this is in the list, but sure, okay.
45, 46: this isn't about racism, it's about being a dick. it's like thinking you have the right to touch a pregnant woman's belly. except if you're in a relationship with a woman of color, in which case don't assume that your partner is "woke" and just tell them not to touch your damned hair.
47: make sure you have whatever you need when you sleep over at a partner's home, this is not a race thing.
48: sure
49: again, the example is a cultural one not a race one. but sure.
50: silly, but whatever.
51-54, 56-58: 100%
55: do what you can with what you have
59: 100%, but the solutions are often societal ones and not personal which is not implied in this point.
60, 64: interesting, it certainly depends on the context but i generally agree
61, 63. 100%
62: rubbish.
65,66: that's one point, and the point is "be fair"
67: i heartily disagree. if you have something to say you should be able to say it and be argued with. simple.
68. which situations? oh, when you want to have a conversation?
69-75 100%
76: i don't know what ICE is
77: depends on how you define islamophobia, and that's a LONG conversation and not for the faint of heart.
78, 79, 81: 100%
80: *sigh* really? all of it, or just the fact that those kinds of racists are real?
82, 83 back to cultural appropriation, it's a ridiculous and divisive idea that we shouldn't celebrate things we like in other cultures. pull the other one.
84: i just did, go ahead and block me if you're afraid of confronting uncomfortable ideas
85 100%, unless it's done in a way that highlights its wrongness, like in bamboozled or tropic thunder
86: don't sing along to our rap songs? no. but don't use the word unless you're actually talking about the word itself. see louis ck on "the n-word", he's on point.
87: yay! let's whitewash history by rewriting historical texts like huckleberry finn! seriously, this is a dangerously stupid idea.
88. sure
89: and a bunch of other reasons, but those certainly contributed. not really relevant.
90: i dunno, i think it's okay to care about race whenever it's relevant, just like every other issue we have to deal with.
91: does anyone actually do that?!
92: again, when relevant. people of color shouldn't have to, so let's move towards a reality in which they don't instead of one in which we all have to be uncomfortable all the time.
93, 96: please watch that video i posted earlier from before.
94: 100%
95: first make sure that the white person in question hasn't experienced racism, because we're not all the same. being shut out of a conversation because you're white is racism. full stop.
97: sure thing
98: 100%
99: that's phrasing of a very particular ideology of victimhood that's only accurate to a point, but i agree with the intention
100: 100%

i invested so much time in that response that i had to post it her for posterity. you're welcome.

sleeping before a long night

between last night and this morning, i took the proof of concept for the job i've been working on since november and made it production ready... that combined with a very positive interview this afternoon has really put me in a good space professionally. emotionally, though, i'm very much feeling the israeli day of remembrance that we've just entered. i keep thinking of my son, and how i expect him to serve in the israeli army one day. what a strange idea, how proud i would be and how worried simultaneously. and that silly thing that bothers me, not being able to give him any of my gear. i hope i still have some. i can't stop repeating my rank and personal number in my head and being grateful that i'm done with the army and grateful that i went through all of the insanity. human beings, huh? jesus, we're proper fucking mad.

friday 13th:

last minute work in the car discovering a stupid bug that had been plaguing me for a while, picking up mr smear and agreeing with the teacher to let go of the potty training until mr smear seems ready

mr smear's short nap to psytrance while i filled up the car, interviewing a cleaning lady, resting for a bit, working a little, combating holocaust denial on my facebook feed, picking up a couple of things at woolworths and fixing gd's loyalty card, off to the temple

meeting mr smear's friend there, the two of them making far too much noise but playing well outside

a lovely dinner with a new friend (the father's out of the country for a few days, but we're pretty confident these are people we can be close to), a late night with mr smear admitting he was tired and going straight to bed, driving them to town and returning to learn that she'd brought us a massive box of cupcakes, brownies and some other confectionary (very schroedinger, healthy and unhealthy and delicious all at the same time)

jessica jones

saturday 14th:

completing sam and max 101 and going to bed around 1.20am, waking up seven hours later and being rewarded for performing kitchen duties with cupcakes for breakfast

too tired to be functional, and then suddenly it was 11am...

leaving gd with household chores, dropping mr smear off at the gym crèche, a solid hour's workout running, boxing and stretching, four lengths swimming with the earplugs doing their job but the goggles letting in frustrating amounts of water, coffee and lunch with my mom and mr smear

three minutes of pitchhikers inducing a nap, relaxing until mr smear woke up, taking him for a walk then turning around and visiting our neighbours

saying something remarkably stupid to two two-year-olds before i could stop myself (note to self: don't encourage kids playing pirate with fake swords to fight something out), blowing up a sea monster the hard way as a distraction, mr smear inserting himself into their bath-time again, my naked guitarist reenacting a move from an ac/dc music video (so proud!!)

dinner, a long bedtime, hunting a copy of the nao of brown (cheapest and fastest was hive.co.uk)

watching a bit of sandy wexler until gd went to bed, then discovering james acaster before i did

sunday 15th:

after a long night, the thought that kept repeating in dracula's (hotel transylvania) voice: "kimchiguts". is it a complaint, an insult, or a term of endearment?

sharing the rage generated by being sent out pre-coffee on a sunday morning to buy a godsdamned frying pan and then be left to pick one from two shelves of seemingly similar options

taking mr smear to the aquarium, where he walked in then walked straight back out again; busking musicians, lunch and a nap

sailor arriving, excessively loud musical "accompaniment" in the food market, good food, good coffee, splitting up at the aquarium, a fun visit, foo fighters on the way home then more foo fighters at home

pearl jam's do the evolution video is AMAZING

mom visiting, finishing the cupcakes, beard itch, mr smear back-kicking mr punching bag

a mostly pleasant evening, getting mr smear to bed relatively smoothly, loving james acaster (gd not so much), waiting out rough rls before going to bed

monday 16th:

another decent night's sleep, a fight over map reading, dropping mr smear off at school, returning just in time to take gd to acupuncture, settling in to work and listen to grant morrison's brilliant speech in the background, making progress and being compelled to buy the first book of the invisibles

gd coming home in positive tears, picking up mr smear, big lunch and nap, work and coffee, quick shopping, gym (forgetting running shoes and hand wraps, awkwardly sharing lanes, figuring out how my goggle straps work, managing eight lengths - barely - and really feeling my lack of cardio)

taking mr smear along to pick up laffot, a delivery guy wearing his motorcycle helmet walking in and mr smear pointing at him saying "it's the pretender, daddy!", coming home to upset gd because i'd forgotten to inform her that i'd invited my mom, my mom joining us and mr smear eating well, shower (i can get him out the "bathtub" by threatening to stop playing foo fighters) and bedtime

the season 2 finale of jessica jones (very good), a little james acaster, launching into work (and a bit of dishwasher packing)

tuesday 17th:

at 2am realizing that i'd finally sorted things out... but on the wrong git branch :P

almost 4am before finally climbing into bed, mostly working but with quite a few unusual cries from mr smear for hugs and back scratches

oh, 7.30am, how rightfully i dreaded you so...

arriving at a relatively reasonable time, taking four minutes to sing along to the pretender then discovering that i'd left mr smear's bag at home

great work at my mom's coffee shop, a quick coffee with the father of one of mr smear's friends, picking up mr smear from school and getting him home to bed, stuffing myself with the previous night's dinner leftovers and crashing, waking up feeling like my face was melting

coffee, work, heading over to my mom's place for an hour long technical interview that i feel went really well, returning home to pick up mr smear and take him grocery shopping, enjoying a big dinner with him before leaving him with my mom and taking gd to my old high school for the yom hazikaron ceremony - a surprisingly moving ceremony all round, lots of pride and sorrow, and only marginally tainted by the stupidity of the questions i was asked by one of the girls doing security who was trying to make sure i wasn't a threat ("what's your name?"??? really?!?!)

home after mr smear had gone to sleep (it feels like a first, even if it's not), more eating, a bit of james acaster (i think he's brilliant, gd's not impressed), a good chunk of 30 minutes or less (surprisingly good), then attempting to be productive and failing before it was time to crash around midnight

friday 13th summary post

may as well...

monday 19th march:

sleeping well but not nearly enough, a slow start and a rushed exit

dropping gd off at the hair salon, a quick stop at vida after dropping mr smear off, running through to sea point to let the nanny in - she'd told me she was waiting at our neighbour's, so i went there to find out she wasn't which was super awkward - back to town for coffee with gd, an interesting podcast pitch, an exploding phone charger and happily bumping into a cousin i haven't seen in years

shopping for a birthday present for a three year old, and coming across a beautifully illustrated harry potter book that we had to buy for ourselves...

picking up mr smear and arriving home to discover he was wearing someone else's shoes, a big lunch, washing machine drama, tummy drama (a bug?), work (i thought i'd offended our devops guy, but i guess i was wrong)

not taking mr smear out after the nanny left because we were going out for a playdate in lieu of going to a birthday party; a rough and unpleasant visit to the laundromat followed by an attitude adjustment followed by an excellent (and shockingly late) evening with our brazilian friends at primi piatti

the great bloating

home around 10pm, feeding mr smear, skipping the shower, a long time getting him to bed, giving up on quick work (unresponsive computer) and watching i, tonya - well, gd watched it, i passed out about halfway

tuesday 20th:

a good night's sleep, up and working, throwing my back out struggling with mr smear to get him ready for school

gd helping me a bit before her acupuncture session, resting a little and learning about concussion from TED talks, picking gd up, a fight over the hidden cost of cheap clothing, picking mr smear up, a major struggle to get him to nap when i was exhausted and taking him out in the stroller didn't help

an afternoon working, a big grocery shopping (really, old man? "usually it's the women who do the shopping"?!), taking gd to her class, failing to feed mr smear gd's fantastic noodles, mom joining us for dinner, giving up and giving him vegan chicken burgers, a pleasant shower, a frustrating attempt to read him to sleep, finally getting him down minutes before gd returned, jessica jones, working hard

wednesday 21st:

working until 2am

the frustrated guilt of introducing my kid to original popeye the sailor man not remembering how violent it was and not realizing that he wouldn't understand the context

waiting for my mom to call when she was waiting for me, moving stuff, picking up laundry and heading out to buy a washing machine

stopping at mom's coffee shop with mr smear asleep on my shoulder, an interesting conversation with some lost sheep and a fraud psychic, miscommunication tension on the way home

planning a podcast with horseman while keeping mr smear occupied, kitchen cleanup, work, big dinner, work, shower, almost falling asleep putting mr smear to bed, crashing for half an hour

waking up an hour later, late for a meeting a very much stoned from exhaustion

a night that was a cross between work, cryptocurrency movement (last week tonight's episode on the topic made an impression), and beginning to read lullabies for little children with rum gd had poured earlier and abandoned

thursday 22nd:

bedtime 2am

7.30 up and relatively functional, meeting the father of the new israeli girl in mr smear's class before mr smear's teacher's emotional farewell, leaving early to get gd to her hypnotherapist, the couldn't-possibly-be-sober SUV driver pulling out of the highway bushes in front of us, constellation inspiration, a productive chat with sailor, a great drive back to town (monument tells the same kind of story as shakespeare's sonnets), re-wrap at pulp kitchen before picking up mr smear

a day with a dead phone battery and little space to breathe: half an hour rest before a job interview, arriving just on time, enjoying the preamble then beginning the one hour test. an hour would have been more than enough if a) the keyboard hadn't been designed exclusively for tiny fingers and i kept hitting page up / down mid-statement (it was also a non-standard layout which took a little getting used to) and b) i hadn't immediately developed a desperate need to hit the loo; with the hard time limit i knew i didn't have time for a break and i was in real pain for most of the test

i finished with a minute to spare, said goodbye and walked *carefully* to the car - once i got home it would take a while for my system to settle down even after relieving myself

a quick and entertaining visit to our neighbours, then heading to gd's mock seder

water-run friends
gd reading the actual hebrew when the rest of her class needed transliteration
hagada breaking (badly bound borrowed copies)
gd's hagada drop after three cups and a breathless recitation of the 13 things
overall a very positive experience
coming home very late, jessica jones and crash

friday 23rd:

feeling relatively good waking up, dropping mr smear off at school, coming home to oversee the washing machine installation

the machine didn't fit, a couple of frustrating and stressful hours trying to sort things out, rushing out to pick up mr smear and the teachers being transfixed when the little israeli girl came to converse with me because they hadn't heard her actually talking before

a very short nap once i got mr smear home, i was exhausted so i crashed for half an hour too before getting to work; suddenly realizing that nobody had called a plumber and finding a 24/7 hotline, the guy arriving around 6pm and getting to work but taking three hours to get half the installation done - most of that time with our dinner guests (my cousins) waiting and even pitching in to help. a very expensive call-out and needing to schedule a repeat of the work for the next morning, not helped by my mom freaking out because she didn't believe we needed a new washing machine in the first place

an excellent dinner, mr smear passing out halfway through (which was very late), lots of chatter

saturday 24th:

suddenly 1am and ready for bed, too tired to read

waking up from nightmares of loan sharks and herpes

dropping gd off at the temple, coming home to wait for the plumber, suddenly realizing i didn't have cash and hustling mr smear out the door as fast as possible, inviting sailor to coffee, waiting for him at the adelphi centre then heading to bootlegger, mr smear being super cool and loving their avo toast - and even eating rocket! - sailor arriving for a Big Talk about breaking up with his girlfriend

driving to pick up gd who'd decided to walk in the rain and eventually catching up to her when she was only a block away from home, trying and failing to rest before taking mr smear to a birthday party and leaving gd to wait for the plumber who still hadn't arrived

mr smear passing out before arriving, catching up with new friends who were old acquaintances, mr smear experiencing tall slide trauma, eventually running off and thoroughly enjoying himself just before i remembered that gd didn't have the cash for the plumber who'd finally arrived

rushed goodbyes, coming home to a disappointing but functional fix, dinner (mr smear guzzling gd's leftover cannelloni as well as vegan chicken burgers, very satisfying), an early shower and bedtime that stretched seemingly interminably and gd being pleased with how i handled his "there's a snake on my face" (and then a spider, i told him to eat them and he made a game of it) and horrified by his "i'm going to die" tickle-stomp (i'm not quite used to it even on the fourth time)

sailor coming over and ordering delicious curry, a long and late evening of philosophy, music, medicine and nutrition

sunday 25th:

feeling absolutely buggered, crashing around 1am with a feeling that we had an infestation brewing

an early and fast morning getting gd to the holocaust museum, a couple of hours in the company gardens feeding squirrels with mr smear and generally enjoying playing around on a beautiful day; he enjoyed his lunch and ratted on the elderly lady who wasn't eating hers, played really nicely with another kid, and behaved really well right until i needed to change his diaper with dried out wet wipes. fortunately he passed out on the way to plumstead where we dropped off one of gd's classmates, but unfortunately he woke up as we arrived home

napping a little (just me), then dropping off laundry, picking up groceries (apparently i *do* look jewish), the hebrew mamita making us both embarrassingly emotional, eating dinner and getting mr smear ready for bed, a surprisingly quick bedtime, watching the first half of annihilation (brilliant, but with one major annoying plothole that was only resolved in the second half), falling asleep to disappointing comedy, resting another hour then settling in to work

monday 26th:

a little work, a surprising amount of distraction not helped by neck nerve pinching

tired on a monday morning, mr smear with a runny nose, washing machine drama, gd to the chiropractor, tailor delivery for my mom, a quick waterfront mission, possibly my last bag of jellytots (too damned sticky/sweet, but perfectly sour), flat earther trolling, too much lunch, and the rest of annihilation (although i did fall asleep for a scene or two)

work, getting mr smear to sleep for an hour singing hoist the colours, picking up laundry and falafel wraps (one of which had eggplant that was so salty it was inedible), storeroom rearrangements, mr smear's bedtime (and the sadness from him intentionally tearing a book apart), passing out and sleeping very uncomfortably

tuesday 27th:

until roughly 1am, then working until around 4am, in bed around 4.30 and up at 7 to find gd properly sick

dropping mr smear off, picking up copies of the herzlia haggada and nostalgically reading about my alma mater (the interdisciplinary center), working at mom's coffee shop (although a fair amount of time was wasted tracking a seized parcel from january, it's weeks later and still no luck), hitting the pharmacy at its rush-hour before picking up mr smear and discovering we'd missed his feedback session the day before...

... but i waited half an hour and we did it then, it was interesting: mr smear is generally making us proud and everyone finds him affectionate and entertaining, the concerns raised were primarily about inconsistencies in his behaviour which after a little analysis seem alright, and there were a couple of points that had us all in stitches. i particularly loved hearing about his little "gang", he's one of three or four kids that are always hanging out and looking out for each other and apparently that's quite advanced for their age. it was also quite pleasing to witness disbelief on the face of his next term's teacher when she overheard him sounding out the letters on the back of his chair ^_^

getting him home and into bed, a little rest and some work, entertaining him (or trying to) then taking him out for a windy walk along the promenade (it's getting chilly)

taking gd to her hebrew evaluation, then grocery shopping (stopping to try out some grossly overpriced iced tea - in the spirit of the lego movie: "awesome!") and coming home to my mom who'd been waiting for a while; setting up her work tablet, dumplings for dinner, showering mr smear and getting him to bed fairly quickly before passing out myself

wednesday 28th:

up at 1am, back in bed around 4 having worked, played (mini metro) and hackerranked

waking up late and leaving VERY late

mr smear's end of term with a bouncing castle, his teacher's last day

working at mom's cafe, finally locating and removing the first obstacle to azure authentication (incompatible packages, microsoft ones that it appears i'm going to need to fix myself at some stage)

no napping for mr smear, sending him off with the nanny and getting in some "me time" (mini metro is awesome) before my final technical interview with a man who seemed bored and discouraged from the get-go and who left me with zero sense of how things went (apparently he was very satisfied, but he certainly did a good job of hiding it)

the struggle to remove a splinter from mr smear's big toe

missing an important meeting with sailor because i'd gotten the time wrong and my phone had unexpectedly reverted to silent - it turned out it was my protective case

mr smear's first electric storm, both of us enjoying ourselves on the balcony in the rain, gd's delicious dinner before "digesting time"

falling asleep reading to mr smear, going straight to bed after wishing him a good night

thursday 29th:

up at 1am, warming up and diving in to the azure authentication and finally, at 2.40am, successfully doing the thing and proceeding to spend the next hour and a half furiously putting together documentation for dummies and making it public

and suddenly it was 4.30am and i still wasn't in bed...

and then it was 5am...

an hour or so of rest, crazy dreams about surviving the second holocaust, up tired and cold with mr smear for the first "holiday" morning

mr smear falling asleep on the way to gd's "hypnotherapy" session, giving me 45 minutes of rest, then back to town too early to go to royale eatery so going to plant instead, which took so long and was so unimpressive we should've just waited for royale to open

mom's coffee shop to pick up a cooking thermometer and get some exercise, then home to rest

[lost afternoon?]

getting mr smear showered and ready for bed, a little mini metro and kitchen nightmares before completing a good chunk of work

friday 30th:

bed around 2am, up around 8, coffee and pancakes then big erev pesach shopping at dischem, spar, checkers and shoprite

one of my mom's best friends / shadowslight's mum's decision not to go to the hospital, all of us getting emotional

taking mr smear to the aquarium, almost fainting from exhaustion and walking across to get coffee, walking out after a minute of waiting with not so much as a look from the baristas

conversation with my two year old at the vida:
"would you like a babycino?"
"yes"
*orders babycino*
*throws tantrum about not wanting a babycino*
*ignores tantrum and hands him the babycino*
*loves his babycino*

missioning to the toy store to take advantage of their 3 for 2 lego sale, struggling to arrange a combo that made sense and almost giving up

letting mr smear sit in a coin-operated helicopter and being treated to a performance artist doing awesome dance moves

home to prepare for the seder, opening a lego box at random and discovering that the set included a cannon (amazing! and an excellent teaching opportunity)

going to the temple, leaving mr smear with my mom, returning after a relatively short service and heading to our cousins

a long, long evening (primarily because i was exhausted), beginning with the news that shadowslight's mom had passed away

an enjoyable seder, meeting new cousins and enjoying everyone's company immensely, mr smear passing out just as dinner was served

saturday 31st:

in bed around 2am, a decent night's rest, a slow morning but getting to the temple at a reasonable time, enjoying the service, heading to mambo's and picking up a few things but having to scrap the rest of our plans because gd hurt her back

playing for a while, struggling to stay awake and eventually downing a coffee and taking mr smear to the waterfront, where he passed out just as we entered the parking lot

relaxing a bit, then taking him with me to pick up dinner with sailor

a busy, fun four-man seder with my mom, ending late but with mr smear heartily participating in "who knows one"

sunday 1st april:

a little jessica jones then crashing just before 1am

another (relatively) decent night for me, another sleepless one for gd, starting the day with happy feet and a little hackerrank before taking mr smear to the company gardens for a playdate with our brazilian friends - they brought a couple of electric bikes and mr smear proceeded to drive me nuts because he couldn't understand that it wasn't broken, he just needed to keep his thumb on the button

trying to explain to mr smear that the large rat in the gardens was not a squirrel

far too much sun, a mostly pleasant lunch (i'm very proud of how i handled his initial tantrum and how quickly he responded), a never-ending walk back to the car in the searing heat with a typically south-american insistence that i take the quad-bike home

putting him into bed and diving into leftovers while recovering from the excursion, watching a little jessica jones until my mom came over then putting on the rest of happy feet when mr smear woke up

a long fight about his "police car" (the quad bike) and hard lessons about crying for things, then a long walk along the promenade, highlights being the waves crashing really high, running the stroller up and down the bike trick area, and exploring a strange circle of rocks

dinner and showertime, a pleasant bedtime, suddenly developing a sore throat, the rest of the jessica jones episode and then waiting for my coworker before continuing an investigation that ended with me coding for a while before determining that my notes were out of sync with our dev server :/

monday 2nd:

working until 2/2.30am, a little mini metro then getting to bed around 3

the funeral: a pallbearer in a dress (that wasn't happening), being late for my turn, "simsalabim" when the coffin turned, the discomfort of dropping a large stone onto the coffin and an "ugh" loudly escaping my lips while i filled the grave, a sudden overwhelming vision of the deceased making me smile and sob uncontrollably

the shiva house with a volunteer babysitter (mr smear's friend's older brother), no nap, short stroll in the wind, nodding off during ready player one with shadowslight and his cousin which was generally amazing except for the birthmark thing, meditative empty highway driving into cape town, jessica jones and crashing early

tuesday 3rd:

a good night's sleep but having to handle breakfast alone and becoming grouchy, the nanny finally coming back to work after a dirty long weekend, dropping her and mr smear off at an impromptu birthday party for our neighbour's eldest, reloading my bus card, doing a bit of shopping (finding underwear that fits!), dropping off the card, trying to work a bit, wolfing down a big lunch, resting for half an hour, rushing out for an interview with my phone failing when i needed directions which caused me to arrive late

a comfortable interview, one of them having interviewed me a few months ago when he worked for the company that never got back to me

returning home, working a little, taking mr smear out for a walk (one struggle that i managed to resolve pretty quickly), buying a beautiful hand-made wire mobile with four parachuters (mr smear loves watching them coming off the mountain), his obsession with his shirt being straight when he could've been playing with a bunch of israeli kids, some excitingly impressive jungle gym antics, a gorgeous sunset, gd's delicious new kimchi / tofu dish that my mom and mr smear both enjoyed, a shortcut bedtime but his playing with his car and ignoring me pushing me past my patience

working a little and succeeding, jessica jones and junk food

wednesday 4th:

2.30am bedtime

waking up not feeling well and then having an urgently needed work morning disrupted by an acupuncture appointment and grocery shopping, every little inconvenience making me angrier and more toxic

anger management, an interesting hour of relative calm followed by enough drive time to chew things over and become tense again

taking mr smear out, coming right back when he passed out and trying to make work progress

an unpleasant dinner, followed by a fun shower (mr smear head-banging to star quality), followed by a bedtime that ended up with me incensed because i do all the research and gd disregards it... taking a long time to calm mr smear's cough

working hard

thursday 5th:

until 12.30am

up for a rough continuation of the previous day's fighting that eventually resulted in gd convincing me to try alchemy (calm shen)

late for the kids' theatre, mr smear enjoying it until his friend was scared and had to leave, playing nicely and having fun in the open space outside artscape

home, a little work then passing out, coming around about 3pm and realizing i'd been sick for two days, not just despondent

working a little before mr smear woke up, half an hour of stressing on the phone with the CRA, eventually being reassured by an agent and for the first time being given a local number that we can use (!!!)

walking to the pharmacy with my mom, running into our neighbour on the way home, early dinner (gd's kimchi rice is brilliant), positive shower, and a loooong good night from 8pm until at least 9 (reading in the dark may or may not have been a good idea)

gordon ramsey's hotel hell highlighting - just like kitchen nightmares - how stupid and lazy people stuff things up

starting a new assessment (angular, web api, jwt and swagger - all for the first time)

friday 6th:

and going to bed at 2am, four hours into a three hour challenge and not even halfway done functionality-wise

researching, backing up phone contacts, leaving an hour late for shopping day, tailor, canal walk, not scratching the car next to us, home shopping, a big, delicious meal at tong lok, needing coffee, failed clothing shopping for mr smear (finding a hat, though), gd's hypothetical shoes for running in the rain, finally getting out of there around 4pm

a suddenly dark turn to the day, going to the temple anyway, mr smear's infectious laughter during the sermon, dropping gd off on the way to krybabie's mom's for dinner, a very pleasant evening, mr smear thoroughly enjoying himself but not wanting to eat anything except dessert

coming home to a food fight, going to bed angry

saturday 7th:

waking up in the middle of the night to furiously take notes, needing an hour to relax before returning to bed

a morning fix, but the nanny arriving over an hour late for a half day and proceeding to cause major inconvenience by demanding cash. gd and i were mortified to see her gathering mr smear's toys with a dirty broom, and this on top of the fact that she's a useless cleaner and consistently puts things away in new and creatively illogical places...

spending hours trying to transfer whatsapp messages from an iphone to a samsung and the experience perpetually degenerating

dropping gd off at the temple, getting the android phone functional after having stupidly inserted the sim card in the wrong slot (unintentionally, my finger slipped while i was checking to see if it was a similar size), none of DIY stores knowing anything about cedar wood and moths, the enjoyable tail end of the morning service, the mistaken drive to the waterfront before returning to let the nanny out, mr smear napping and more time with the phone transfer, back to the waterfront for mr smear's lunch and last-minute birthday present shopping before heading to our neighbour's eldest's party

a series of awkward but not unpleasant interactions with old classmates, picking up dinner at scheckter's raw, showering mr smear then helping my mom with paintings, dinner / bedtime / falling asleep really comfortably in front of justice league

sunday 8th:

an actual good night's sleep and a pleasant wakeup (mr smear enthusiastically - minus stubbing his toe - bringing his new duvet to our bed to show it off), establishing toy order, dealing with bad nanny fallout, intending to get work done but being distracted at every turn

a great (but expensive!) brunch with our brazilian friends, entirely unnecessary drama on the way to the waterfront, a long shopping, giving up on our evening plans, a little more drama at home, more technical challenge time (success with jwt + swagger), mom visiting

firing the nanny: possibly the most uncomfortable part of being an adult. fortunately, it turned out she was unhappy with the new schedule and was just too stupid to say so in the first place. we've subsequently discovered just how much she was taking advantage of us, she did very little and what she did she did astoundlingly badly

bedtime and progress, a break for jessica jones

monday 9th:

long struggles with stupid shit, eventually getting to bed just before 4.30am almost done with the backend and still not having even considered the front end (which was supposedly the point of the assessment)

up three hours later with a scratchy throat

working hard, eventually getting the backend sorted out before walking to the gym, dropping mr smear off at the crèche and starting on the frontend while waiting for gd (feeling faint)

beginning to get the idea of angular, stopping for artisan bread at newport, coming home and getting the frontend sufficiently completed to deliver and rush off to a playdate with a kid in mr smear's class

leaving late after a great visit, stopping at royale eatery for one great vegan burger and one painful and weird vegan burger (an abomination of far too much hot sauce and a bad combo with coriander), an incredible smoothie and a lot of fun with mr smear flirting with the waitresses

getting him to bed quickly, watching an episode of jessica jones, showering and crashing hard

tuesday 10th:

waking up tired and late for the first day of term, dropping mr smear off and coming home for gd's first uber experience; a positive one, getting a little work done while waiting for her at mojo market, good coffee and hummus, getting back home in time to go and pick up mr smear

no naps for him but i had to lie down (i put on a bee / ccd documentary), eventually wearing mr smear down with ambient psy while gd initiated the poaching of a nanny we like

working and arranging a service for my car (overdue, so i've taken it out of warranty), waking mr smear just before my mom arrived to let us go to gd's class

the substitute hebrew teacher asking me why i'm not taking the class

a very interesting history of the reform movement and the different streams of orthodoxy, a pleasantly surprising response from the rabbi regarding my query about circumcision (and a horrific story about modern-day savagery that the beit din does not approve of) - apparently he's now seen the presentation and is also very disturbed by it

home, the final stages of getting mr smear to bed (and accidentally bashing him with his door which i didn't realize he was standing behind), jessica jones and crashing

wednesday 11th:

up around 2am with acid reflux caused by a post-nasal drip and back to bed around 5, some of that time spent copying and contributing to a translation of a song i love and a fair amount of it spent working

a rough start, coffee then shower then drop-off, setting myself up at my mom's coffee shop to work, pick-up, no nap, picking up clothes from the tailor, running past baby city

going down for an hour or two and waking up bombed, caffeine-ing into work mode and a productive team meeting, straight into gd cutting mr smear's hair (it was hard getting him to sit still, but he loved my reactions to the spray bottle and the result was very cool) and prepping him for his evening at our cousins

a quick handover, returning home for some quiet time then going out with our neighbours for a delicious dinner and generally fun evening

picking up mr smear who'd been fast asleep (and apparently very well behaved), getting him to bed without too much hassle and gearing up for work

thursday 12th:

finally, finally, FINALLY completing the fundamental task i've been wrestling with since november, and backing up the solution before crashing around 2am

feeling tired but positive waking up, leaving late but smoothly dropping off mr smear, picking up coffee, getting gd to her hypnotherapist, spending the time playing sam & max 101: culture (amusingly about hypnotism), considering bodytec (damned expensive), buying lunch, picking up mr smear, getting gd to the cemetery for the holocaust memorial service, waiting outside in the wind and shade on a hot day until he woke up and demolished a tub of hummus and half a bottle of cashew yoghurt

chilling in the car, giving gd's classmate a ride home and introducing him to waze

i think i napped? i was really tired

mr smear reading the word "marmite" - i'm pretty certain that was him reading for real!

a big grocery shopping, a quick dinner, taking gd to her class, mr smear and i having an unpleasant tantrum experience (i'm trying to teach him not to use violence, i'm not sure how that's going), once he'd calmed down the tidying / showering / bedtime experience was smooth and painless and he passed out surprisingly fast

sam & max 101, trying to watch jessica jones with gd but passing out

friday 13th:

up at 3.30 to work and debate the importance of the holocaust online, working hard until 6am and then struggling to get out of bed at 7.30am

an incredible moment dropping mr smear off at school
settling in to work at my mom's coffee shop and spending most of the time doing other stuff instead