{"id":371,"date":"2010-03-03T22:48:23","date_gmt":"2010-03-04T04:48:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/?p=371"},"modified":"2010-03-03T22:48:23","modified_gmt":"2010-03-04T04:48:23","slug":"peter-paul-and-ethan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/zimmerscope.com\/Verbisaurus\/2010\/03\/peter-paul-and-ethan\/","title":{"rendered":"Peter, Paul, and Ethan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>02 March 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Owen has recently become interested in his lava lamp. Jennifer bought him a small, used lamp at a thrift store. It needed a bulb, but even after I bought one, the lamp just sat on his shelf for months. But lately he&#8217;s been keeping it on his nightstand and watching the &#8216;lava&#8217; as he drifts off to sleep. He also has this contraption that&#8217;s sort of like an hourglass, only instead of sand, there&#8217;s gel. And instead of an hour, it&#8217;s about 10 minutes. He keeps flipping the thing over and over as he&#8217;s supposed to be going to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Well, last night, seeing the relaxing effect slowly moving particles have on my son, I said: &#8220;I&#8217;m gonna go get you something very special, okay?&#8221; He perked his head up, but I told him to lay back down: &#8220;I&#8217;ll be right back.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I came back in with my antique hourglass. I turned it over and the sand began trickling down. &#8220;This used to belong to my dad&#8217;s mom&#8217;s dad,&#8221; I said. He just stared at me for a second, so I added: &#8220;Did you understand that?&#8221; He nodded yes, but I decided to clarify: &#8220;You know my dad is grandpa from Florida, right?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Another nod.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Okay, well this used to belong to his mama &#8211; and she got it from her daddy a long time ago.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where did he get it?&#8221; Owen asked. This is such an obvious question, but I must confess I&#8217;d never thought of it before.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well,&#8221; I said, &#8220;I don&#8217;t know. And he died a long time ago, so we can&#8217;t ask him anymore, can we?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You can ask grandpa from Florida,&#8221; Owen suggested.<\/p>\n<p>I told Owen I didn&#8217;t think grandpa would know. I didn&#8217;t explain all this to Owen, but my Dad never owned the hourglass (its possession went straight from my grandma to me). Owen then suggested we ask my Dad&#8217;s mom&#8230;which is not a bad idea, since she owned the hourglass for years (decades?) and could possible offer some history behind the object. Only&#8230;she won&#8217;t have nothing to do with me.<\/p>\n<p>That brings me to today. I kept considering if I should write to my grandma and inquire about the hourglass. A letter, after all, would be far less confrontational than a phone call. She could just chuck the letter in the trash if she wanted to; or she could read it and see there&#8217;s nothing in the letter to scar her faith.<\/p>\n<p>An easier solution, I think, would be to call my Dad. I thought of calling him all today. He doesn&#8217;t shun me, but I thought it would be weir to call him to ask about something that, normally, I should be able to call my grandma for. Make sense?<\/p>\n<p>Also today: I watched this\u00a0<a href=\"&lt;object classid=&quot;clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000&quot; width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;315&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot; \/&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http:\/\/video.realworld.co.uk\/video.swf?videoDomainRef=petergabriel&amp;videoId=IOwjuaj8_XZSjeU.&quot; \/&gt;&lt;embed type=&quot;application\/x-shockwave-flash&quot; src=\"> mini-documentary<\/a>. This was fascinating. One incredible artist\/musician was discussing why he chose to cover a song created by another incredible artist\/musician, then that person talks about why they covered a particular song penned by the former. I&#8217;ve loved Paul Simon&#8217;s &#8220;The Boy in the Bubble&#8221; for years &#8211; but watching this 9 minute video helped me appreciate it in a deeper way.<\/p>\n<p><strong>03 March 2010<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Class again today. I had an enjoyable time in class; probably the best I&#8217;ve had this semester so far. I turned in my assignment right away, then we read Ethan Coen&#8217;s book of short plays <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Almost-Evening-Ethan-Coen\/dp\/030746041X\">Almost an Evening<\/a>. I volunteered to read a part in each play, &#8217;cause it seemed like the fun thing to do.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I&#8217;m just not feeling it this semester. I&#8217;m not sure if its really the class itself, the late, long class periods &#8211; or just life. I&#8217;ve never been the &#8216;traditional&#8217; student (someone who enters college immediately after high school). During every semester I&#8217;ve been in college, I&#8217;ve always been married and had a job, and I&#8217;ve never lived on campus. But school seems to have slipped to a lower priority than ever before.\u00a0 Being sick for 4 weeks didn&#8217;t help. Problems with buying a home and needing a new car are chipping away at my attention, too. Did I mention there are lay-offs looming at my job, too? Also, Jennifer and I have a child on the way. All this tends to make me relegate school to a lower position on the priority pole than is probably recommended by college advisers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>02 March 2010 Owen has recently become interested in his lava lamp. Jennifer bought him a small, used lamp at a thrift store. It needed a bulb, but even after I bought one, the lamp just sat on his shelf for months. 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