Another virtuous sick day in the bag, and Rebecca's tonsils remain ah, inflammed...
So it was into the car with Thom wah and Lola this morning to venture into the inner suburbs to a supermarket where they sell A) beer and B) Organic baby food in many varieties. Having achieved what we needed we arrived home mid morning to a just awake and mildly improved Rebecca.
Thom has recently become enamoured with these little people and I gotta admit that I remain suspicous, for a number of reasons that I won't go into. So, instaed of learning about traditional classical western music, off went the TV and we had a "music appreciation morning" as an adjunct to a hard out playmobil fest.
Coming from a Rationalized Paternalistic Stance I featured the amazing Tortoise ,the epiphany machine that works out of Chicago and drops on Thrill Jockey
We listened to two albums back to back, 1994's Tortiose and 1998's TNT. Now, there's some genius..
Thommo's comment when it came time for lunch "I love the rocketship music". Mission accomplished.
It's right up there with him singing along to The Freed Pig, He's Three. Talk about a Gilette moment!
No ride today, as a distinct lack of available mother and hard out sick sleeping wife renders this unacheivable, nae bother...bring on the weekend.
and now, with a bellicose, querrelous Lola on my lap, about to get some sweet baby veges up in, I'll leave you with this here joint... want your kids to turn out genius??? Tortoise.
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