Wednesday, October 7, 2009

It Just Keeps Getting Weirder

My sister has made a second Halloween video, this time with my great aunt Denny, my parents, me...and my parents' dog. FREAK.

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Monster Mash, Pontow Style

Halloween came early this year. But just as scary.... My sister just sent out an eCard featuring her entire family. Enjoy.

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Monday, October 5, 2009

Don't You Talk to Me That Way

At the end of the day today I called a good friend, and kvetched and complained for about 20 blocks -- I measure phone calls now in terms of blocks walked while talking, rather than minutes. Then I hung up...and felt as though I had just vomited all over upper Manhattan.

Now I know, that would put me in an elite group of about 16 million living. But still, it was a nasty feeling. Talking in person or by land line it seems like I say somehow less. A certain anything-goes let-your-hair-down-and-tell-it-like-it-is freedom/ok, rabidness seems to take over when discussing problems on a mobile phone.

And so I've begun to wonder whether talking on a cell phone is like karaoke at a bar on a Friday night -- your performance is likely to be remembered for its volume, its solipsism and its lack of inhibition, and not its quality.


Sunday, October 4, 2009

For Every Season

I'm back from a couple months away. Had a great trip to China -- hope to share it in the coming months. Been thinking about the blog. There may be some changes ahead. We shall see.

But today, I write inspired by my godson Jimmy. Jimmy is 10 years old, in fifth grade at the same school that his dad and aunts and I went to. And on Friday he was elected the President of his student council. I know, awesome, right?

And as I sat with that over the weekend, what struck me was, there comes a point when your children (or relatives) become mysteries to you. That is to say, they have desires and dreams that are entirely their own. You didn't put them there, you couldn't have achieved them, you might not even understand them.

It's a good thing. But also a rite of passage, not just for the kids but for everybody else.

I had no idea it could happen as early as 10. (And perhaps I'm late to the party at that.)