Friday, June 30, 2006

babies?

Today I held a one day old baby. For many, their first time holding such a young little thing is a life changing experience.—it makes one think about priorities in life, beauty, and the meaning of life itself. I would just like to preface my following statements by saying that I am not a horrible person, I do not hate small humans, and some people have even been known to call me “nice”. As privileged as I am to receive these flattering comments I am not mentioning them without purpose; I will trust you keep these things in mind for the remainder of this post. For you see, unlike the average dreamy male who loves the little things to death, I look down to the smelly bundle in my hands and recognize him as a representation of all the crying babies I have ever encountered on air, land, and oceanic transportation devices…and a bundle that somewhat brings to mind prunes or lizards for some reason. Naturally, I wonder if I will always feel this way towards miniature humans and something tells me I wont but we’ll travel intrepidly so as not to wake the sleeping babies. I look forward to the day that I come to respect mini-humans as cute little "snookie-wookums" as grannies always say.

In more of an update, a YWAM team of 9 just joined the lofty ranks of the Northstar staff. They’re fresh from America but surprisingly willing to be assimilated to Japanese culture—a rare and admirable combination…for being Americans. Good people though, very good. I’ve also been doing a fair bit of translating from Japanese to English; a new and somewhat nerve racking hobby to be forced to undertake, but my skills in Japanese are slowly returning. Every word I remember is treated like the prodigal son-with celebrations and feasts and rainbow coats and the killing of fatty animals. The best part about the arrival of the YWAM team is that now we have regular meals because before YWAM came the staff numbers were so few that there were no meals. Of course you must understand there are no campers yet either so having regular meals for four staff members seamed understandably superfluous. It was thus commissioned from a higher rank that we not be fed, but instead reap our own fields in spring, if you know what I mean. So that meant coffee for breakfast, a role for lunch, and plain rice for dinner. I also weighed myself for the fist time in 2 years and found that I had lost 12lbs since high school. This came as a surprise to Brent who, not having much to loose in the first place, was likely invisible from the side view much as paper is invisible when looked at from the right angle.

4 comments:

Megs said...

hey brentarama. I'm glad they're feeding you now. the whole eating thing is aparantly a healthy thing to do. hahah as for the baby. i love it. prunes?!?

roberry said...

Yay for YWAMers. Where are they from? How long are they going to be there? Are they helping you out? Are you helping them out? So many questions!

As for pruniness, your feelings may change...eventually... when you hold a prune of your very own that bears a slight lizardly resemblance to yourself. I can hardly imagine...
A lizardly mini-Brent...

Pamela Joy said...

See that´s why we will be the perfect married couple, remember? I like em till they´re 3, you like them after, then once they hit elementary school we´re both alright. Too bad we´re not in love...
I think it´s really fun that you are have adventures while I am having adventures. Yay for out of country experiences!

Béthany said...

hahahaha babies. people are so weirdly attached to them. i guess its a supernatural thing humans are born with, because if there weren't that mystical attraction to the little ones, who would want to clothe, feed, clean and pacify the little pudge balls for the first, what, 12 years of their lives...the species would just die off.

congratulaitons on the linguistic victories. it really feels way better than it should, to rediscover a word that you thought you'd never see again. specially grade 6 slang and/or swear words...i love it when those pop up again!