Raising Cain


G the Terrible

G the Terrible




Raising G, with all its gratification, is very hard. Aside from the hundreds of diapers I had to change -a figure in much dispute by my very biased spouse, I realize that raising a baby is not unlike bringing home a small monkey that you have to evolve into some semblance of 21st century man. The tiny newborn is really no different from a shaved baby chimp -constantly demanding food, warmth, and definitely not house trained. Those first steps represent advancement unto the Homo erectus stage of development, and its not all that different from bringing a two foot tall non-housebroken bipedal ape into your home and life. The climbing of shelfs, the ceaseless curiosity and unwanted exploration -everything below three feet tall in your house has to be sealed against this house chimp.

Language and symbolic art represent the next level of evolution, and negotiating the act of eating and sleeping were as complex as trading with a very short, yet surprisingly shrewd and savvy Cro Magnon man. The terrible twos and threes and fours (they are all terrible) all recapitulate the various eras of human advancement with the child as hunter-gatherer all the way to medieval tyrant whose morals consists primarily of might makes right. It is only with great effort that this little narcissist learns insight and empathy -ignore this step, and you get a monstrous torturer of small animals…or a bond trader.

The great thing is, during this entire venture, this little barbarian does become incredibly fond of you, and you reciprocate. If something six foot tall with hair on its back was in your house behaving the way your three year old does, you’d call the SWAT team. But in a two and a half foot package, you smile as he whips his pants off and pees on your shrubbery.

You should be so grateful

This video is like cold water in my face because I am this person that the comic is talking about -I have become childish and churlish about having to wait for things, I expect instant gratification. I get put out when I don’t get that gadget delivered in 24 hours. I used to order sandwiches from kozmo.com ten years ago during the internet heydey and get it delivered to my apartment in 5 minutes. I have high expectations of my technology, and this bleeds into the people sphere. Twenty years ago, I had my first computer, and it was not networked. It was a Coleco Adam, and had 128k of memory, and a cassette tape drive. There were no real programs for it except for a wordprocessor that I used to type out my college essay. Otherwise, I programmed things myself using the Basic programming language that came with it. I programmed a thing called Life, that had the interesting property of mathematically modeling population growth graphically (link here for Wikipedia file). Now I have a ultraportable laptop with a 7 hour battery life that I can blog from anywhere on the planet with a WiFi link (Amazon link) that costs 390 bucks. It’s a little bit slow, but it feels like a little slice of the future.

Getting so impatient for perfection in our gadgets and life processes makes us forget to be grateful for life itself. In golfism as in life, to want is to suffer, so want for nothing and you will not suffer. I am grateful for my long suffering wife and my beautiful son. I should be so grateful.

Now about that 911 Turbo Cabriolet…