Heart of Darkness is a tale of one young man’s journey into Africa as it was being colonized and exploited by European countries. I really had to push myself to finish this one, despite it’s short length. It seemed like the story developed a driving force very late. However, I will say Conrad writes beautifully and says some crazy things that stick with you. It’s worth the read if you have some time to kill, but I’d place it pretty low on the priority list. Here’s a quote that made me think:

“The mind of man is capable of anything — because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future.”

The Book of the Dun Cow – Walter Wangerin Jr.

This fable has something I never thought I would enjoy: farm animal heroes. The protagonist is a rooster, for goodness’ sake. Who thinks of roosters as heroes? Walter Wangerin Jr., apparently. Well I digress. I thought this book was a great tale of bravery and protecting your home. It is a tale of good and evil, sharing many similarities with Watership Down by Richard Adams, but on a grander scale. It took me all of two days to read, so it’s a quick one, but very entertaining, earthy, and grounded. It’s full of little platitudes you might have heard your grandma say, and they’re all great. Here’s an example:

“For ‘Done,’ when it is well done, is a very good word.”

And one day it stops growing. It has expended all the time it has, and you’re gone. You left the world. I’m left here alone, with all our love, all our built hope and treasure, yet no way to maintain the memory. Soon I’ll start to misplace the memories that shaped our ball, and it will grow mishapen and faded. It is a cruel thing to leave me with only your teasing memory that I cannot grasp. I know you didn’t mean to. We both thought we had so many more revolutions around this ball, this messed up knitting of life. But we did not. We ended suddenly and hard. You were there, then you were not. And the string fell limp onto the floor. And there I lie for the rest of my earthly days, staring up in futility at the thing we made in our shortsighted brightness. The colors are wonderfully harsh. Each beauty is a stabbing needle, filling me up with the most glorious pain man ever conceived. You were soft, strong, shapely, colorful. You were so much more real to me than life, but now I can’t remember. The colors are fading, the pain becoming dull prods of former glory. I spend much of my time to myself considering you and how we were. But moment by moment things fade ever so slightly. One day before I die I will remember little else but that we had a love once, and it was good. Maybe that’s enough.

I’m sure there’s something after the black wall of death. I can’t see you, but you are somewhere. I know not whether I will be there with you one day, or if we’ll know each other. Will se remember our love and the loveliness of it? Will we get to grow it more, or start over with perfection? Who knows but God? One thing only do I know. Our love, our little ball of yarn, we grew it and it was beautiful. That was something.

King does a pretty good job of keeping you interested and wanting more. The tone and style is fairly normal, being that of a story teller revealing a tale of ages past. The story revolves around a King, his two sons, and an evil magician. Bottom line, I gave this a 3/5 which means it’s a fun read, and a good diversion when you’re looking for that sort of thing.

Up next, Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad.

On to my review. Last Saturday I picked up Gilead by Marilynne Robinson. I don’t really know what I expected from this book, but to be honest I got the name Gilead confused with Galahad, so I suppose I was thinking it was some kind of grand adventure. Far from it, but no less enjoyable for all that.

Gilead is named after a fictional Southeastern Iowa town. An old man, having lived a full life of being a congregationalist pastor is writing a letter to his son. He was married very late and at the time of the letter he is 76, with a seven year old. So he decides to try to write out as much wisdom as he can to make up for all of the years of his son’s life he will miss.

The entire novel is is the letter, so it seemed rather not like a novel to me at first. Since there is a lot of reflection and philosophy, it was also a much slower read at first for me. But soon I didn’t even notice any of that. It’s going to be hard for me to really articulate how I viewed this book because it is very complex and evoked a wide array of emotions.

There is deep sadness and resignation as John Ames (the writer of the letter) is approaching his death. Yet there is also humor, friendship, family, and overarching all, a deep and abiding sense of love for the beauty God has granted humanity. John sees this beauty in nature to be sure, but where he reflects on it the most seems to be the nature of relationships between people and how blessed he feels to have lived his life. Coming from a man who lived through the depression, droughts, and three great wars, this is all the more impacting. Reverend Ames seeks to show his son why life is worth living, and in the process I found myself rediscovering all that as well.

I don’t do spoilers, so I won’t get into any details, but at a point in the book some events take place (John is writing this letter over time) which cause the book to feel more and more like a novel. It’s a great story, and much is revealed in it, but to be honest I think I’d have still been perfectly content to read this old man’s reflections for as many pages as his heart would last. The real author Marilynne Robinson does an incredible job at making you feel like this man really lived, and that you’d love to have known him.

There were times reading this novel when tears filled my eyes. There were also times when I laughed out loud. This book crosses such a vast array of emotions, being both simple to understand and complex in its effect. I’m glad I gave myself two weeks per book, because even though I finished this one in four days, I am going to take a day or two to reflect on it and gather myself a bit.

Bottom line: 5/5. I can’t give this any higher recommendation that to say that anyone who can read should read it. It greatly increased my capacity to perceive and think about joy, beauty, and the wonders of creation, the pinnacle of which is humankind. For all our evils we are capable of, there is also much good, love, and intense beauty we can give to each other, and that, I think is what affected me the most. I’ll leave you with a quote that I feel sums up the message of the book pretty well, and you can think/debate/comment on it as you will.

“There are a thousand thousand reasons to live this life, every one of them sufficient.”

Since I couldn’t wait to finalize the list before I started reading something, I ended up consuming Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe in about a week. I thought I’d give this whole review thing a shot since I will be doing it much more in the coming years.

Before I embark upon my review, I just want to sort of set up how I envision these going. I’m not a scholar or talented at articulation. I like to think, but I’m not great at putting my thoughts into words so much. My goal is to give you an account of how each book impacted me and some of the general points or ideas I took away from it. Hopefully by reading these, you’ll be able to tell if a book will be the kind you will enjoy reading, or engage with me and others on how the book impacted you if you have read it. I’m going to focus on how the book made me feel, as well as general writing style and other “logistical” matters like that.

On to my thoughts.

Robinson Crusoe was a little tough to get into at first, being written in the early 1700s, but once I got going it wasn’t too terribly difficult. Most of you probably know, but Robinson Crusoe is about a man who finds himself stranded on an uninhabited island far from any kind of help or company. From the get go the book is written in 1st person from the perspective of Crusoe, so you know some way or another he gets out of all the trouble in which he manages to find himself. I found however, that although I knew from the outset there was probably some sort of happy ending, it didn’t in any way deaden the suspense I felt at several difficulties Crusoe finds himself in.

One of the main themes in the book is the idea of God’s providence. Crusoe goes back and forth throughout as he tries to find assurance in the belief of an all-powerful God who has his best interests at heart. While severe and troubling external trials force Crusoe to think, be creative, act boldly, work hard, and fight for his life, he always seems to go back to giving the credit of his own actions to the God that empowers him and watches over him. As a Christian myself who shares these beliefs, I empathized with this struggle for assurance of one’s own well-being.

The book is a roller coaster of emotions. Fear, loneliness, desperation, and despair will suddenly give way to the most exuberant joy (and vice versa), and when Crusoe felt it, so did I. Defoe does an amazing job at making the internal dialogue of one man over the period of decades not only interesting, but engrossing. Somewhere near the end, I had a strong desire to live on my own little island and have as amazing an experience as Crusoe.

Bottom line: I’d highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys fiction. If I had to rate it, I’d say it got a 4/5. Those of you who have read it, let me know what you thought were the main themes and how it affected you. To those of you who haven’t, do you think you might give it a try? Thanks for reading as I try to figure this all out.

I finally decided to drop all of the multiple-book entries. While I do want to read these at some point, I realized I would be reading three to six books in a row from one author. In the case of an author like Stephen King who has three books on the list, I can easily split these up so that I’m not reading them all back to back.

Once I had gotten rid of the trilogies, et al, I realized I was down to 87 books. I realized then that I had completely ignored the Modern Library 100 best novels list, so I pulled it up and pseudo-randomly selected 13 books to fill in the list. Without further adieu, here’s the complete list (by order of author’s first name in the order I’ll read them):

***Update*** Zeuben pointed out that I had the same book on twice, so I replaced the dup with Requiem for a Dream by Hubert Selby, Jr.

***Update*** Ok I had to make a bunch of changes for various reasons. Some of the books were plays, and I decided I wanted to save that for another time. Also I got rid of one or two more for reasons I don’t care to explain because I’m tired and just want to start this thing! Here’s the (I really hope) final list. I’ve got the first book ready to pick up tomorrow, so it looks like I’ll be embarking on the 14th of November.

1. Gilead – Marilynne Robinson
2. The Eyes Of The Dragon – Stephen King
3. The Book Of The Dun Cow – Walter Wangerin Junior
4. The Wings Of A Falcon – Cynthia Voigt
5. Idylls Of The King – Alfred, Lord Tennyson
6. The Hunt For Red October – Tom Clancy
7. Of Mice And Men – John Steinbeck
8. The Canterbury Tales – Geoffrey Chaucer
9. The Tale Of Desperaux – Kate Dicamillo
10. The Once And Future King – T.H. White
11. Starship – Brian Aldiss
12. Atonement – Ian McEwan
13. The Tale Of Genji – Murasaki Shikibu
14. Dracula – Bram Stoker
15. Crime And Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
16. The Hound of the Baskervilles – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
17. Little Women – Louisa May Alcott
18. The Name Of The Rose – Umberto Eco
19. A Separate Peace – John Knowles
20. A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving
21. Xxx-Holic – Clamp
22. Lilith – George Macdonald
23. The Constant Gardener – John Le Carre
24. Slaughterhouse-Five – Kurt Vonnegut
25. World War Z – Max Brooks
26. The Man Who Was Thursday – G.K. Chesterton
27. Battlefield Earth – L. Ron Hubbard
28. Frankenstein – Mary Shelley
29. Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury
30. The Trial – Franz Kafka
31. Blade Runner (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?) – Philip K. Dick
32. The Call Of The Wild – Jack London
33. Blood Meridian – Cormac McCarthy
34. Beowulf – Anonymous
35. The Jungle – Upton Sinclair
36. She – H. Rider Haggard
37. Lord Jim – Joseph Conrad
38. Star Risk Ltd. – Chris Bunch
39. Peace Like A River – Leif Enger
40. Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson
41. The Giver – Lowry, Lois
42. The Elves and the Shoemaker – Brothers Grimm
43. Fight Club – Chuck Palahniuk
44. Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
45. The Fountainhead – Ayn Rand
46. The Odyssey – Homer
47. Rorschach’s Ribs – Marcus Eder
48. A Tale of Two Cities – Charles Dickens
49. Lord Of The Flies – William Golding
50. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Haddon, Mark
51. House Of Leaves – Mark Z. Danielewski
52. The Sound And The Fury – William Faulkner
53. Pride And Prejudice – Jane Austen
54. The Moonstone – Wilkie Collins
55. The Napoleon Of Notting Hill – G.K. Chesterton
56. On The Road – Jack Kerouac
57. The Scarlet Letter – Hawthorne, Nathaniel
58. Home – Marilynne Robinson
59. The Stand – Stephen King
60. Ulysses – James Joyce
61. Ivanhoe – Sir Walter Scott
62. The Old Man And The Sea – Earnest Hemingway
63. The Emperor Of Ocean Park – Stephen L Carter
64. Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
65. Requiem for a Dream – Hubert Selby, Jr.
66. Look Homeward Angel – Thomas Wolfe
67. To Kill A Mockingbird – Harper Lee
68. Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
69. Ceremony – Leslie Marmon Silko
70. The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame
71. A Confederacy Of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
72. The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
73. The Unbearable Lightness Of Being – Milan Kundera
74. Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë
75. Bitten – Kelley Armstrong
76. Thief Of Time – Terry Prachett
77. The Chessmen of Mars – Edgar Rice Burroughs
78. Modern Japanese Stories – Ivan Morris
79. The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
80. Dandelion Wine – Ray Bradbury
81. Citizen Of The Galaxy – Robert A. Heinlein
82. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith
83. Oryx And Crake – Margaret Atwood
84. Metamorphoses – Ovid
85. The Aeneid – Virgil
86. Heart Of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
87. Life Of Pi – Yann Martel
88. Neuromancer – William Gibson
89. The Book Thief – Markus Zusak
90. Boy’s Life – Robert R. McCammon
91. Les Miserable – Victor Hugo
92. Batman: The Dark Knight Returns – Frank Miller
93. One Hundred Years Of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
94. The Count Of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
95. Grapes Of Wrath – John Steinbeck
96. Animal Farm – George Orwell
97. The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress – Robert A. Heinlein
98. The Razor’s Edge – W Somerset Maugham
99. Leepike Ridge – Nathan Wilson
100. Moby Dick – Herman Melville

Next I have to figure out the order, but it shouldn’t be too terribly difficult. I ordered them randomly using Excel, so here we go. And one other small item of note. I couldn’t wait to finish my list so I went ahead and read Robinson Crusoe this week. I’ve cut it out of the list and replaced it with another Modern Library entry. But I think I’m still going to do a review as an introduction to the series soon, so look for that.

Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
The Number One Ladies Detective Agency – Alexander Mccall Smith
The Count Of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
The Three Muskateers – Alexandre Dumas
Idylls Of The King – Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Beowulf – Anonymous
The Fountainhead – Ayn Rand
Dracula – Bram Stoker
Starship – Brian Aldiss
Wuthering Heights – Bronte
Fairy Tales – Brothers Grimm
Star Risk Ltd. – Chris Bunch
Xxx-Holic – Clamp
The Wings Of A Falcon – Cynthia Voight
Robinson Crusoe – Daniel Defoe
Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell
The Old Man And The Sea – Earnest Hemingway
The Chessmen of Mars – Edgar Rice Burroughs
The Dark Knight Returns – Frank Miller
The Trial – Franz Kafka
Crime And Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Man Who Was Thursday – G.K. Chesterton
The Napoleon Of Notting Hill – G.K. Chesterton
100 Years Of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Seventh Tower (6 – book series) – Garth Nix
Canterbury Tales – Geoffrey Chaucer
Lilith – George Macdonald
Animal Farm – George Orwell
She – H. Rider Haggard
To Kill A Mockingbird – Harper Lee
Moby Dick – Herman Melville
The Odyssey – Homer
Modern Japanese Stories – Ivan Morris
Pride And Prejudice – Jane Austen
A Confederacy Of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
A Separate Peace – John Knowles
The Constant Gardener – John Le Carre
Grapes Of Wrath – John Steinbeck
Of Mice And Men – John Steinbeck
Heart Of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
Lord Jim – Joseph Conrad
Catch 22 – Joseph Heller
The Tale Of Desperaux – Kate Dicamillo
Bitten – Kelley Armstrong
The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini
Ceremony – Leslie Marmon Silko
Peace Like A River – Lief Enger
Little Women – Louisa May Alcott
Wrinkle In Time – Madeline L’Engle
In Search Of Lost Time – Marcel Proust
Rorschach’s Ribs – Marcus Eder
Oryx And Crake – Margaret Atwood
Gilead – Marilynne Robinson
Home – Marilynne Robinson
House Of Leaves – Mark Z. Danielewski
The Book Thief – Markus Zusak
Frankenstein – Mary Shelley
World War Z – Max Brooks
The Unbearable Lightness Of Being – Milan Kundera
The Tale Of Genji – Murasaki Shikibu
Leepike Ridge – Nathan Wilson
Metamorphoses – Ovid
Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? (Blade Runner) – Philip K. Dick
His Dark Materials Trilogy – Philip Pullman
The Dark Elf Trilogy – R.A. Salvatore
Dandelion Wine – Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury
Percy Jackson And The Olympians – Rick Riordan
The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress – Robert A. Heinlein
Citizen Of The Galaxy – Robert A. Heinlein
“Conan” Short Stories – Robert E. Howard
Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson
The Hound of the Baskervilles – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Ivanhoe – Sir Walter Scott
The Stand – Stephen King
Eye Of The Dragon – Stephen King
Shawshank Redemption – Stephen King
The Green Mile – Stephen King
The Emperor Of Ocean Park – Stephen L Carter
Picasso At The Lapin Agile – Steve Martin
The Once And Future King – T.H. White
Thief Of Time – Terry Prachett
Look Homeward Angel – Thomas Wolfe
The Name Of The Rose – Umberto Eco
Les Miserable – Victor Hugo
The Aenid – Virgil
The Razor’s Edge – W Somerset Maugham
The Book Of The Dun Cow – Walter Wangerin Junior
Moonstone – Wilkie Collins
Neuromancer – William Gibson
Hamlet – William Shakespeare  
Life Of Pi – Yann Martel

That may be a load of crap, but the good news is I love reading fiction so I basically can’t lose. If I’m not better at writing after reading a ton, well… who cares? I’ll get to enjoy tons of great books.

But I need help. Recently I emailed a bunch of my friends/family to get some recommendations on what to read to fill in the gaps. I want to get to 100 books. I’ve got about 40. More were submitted to me, but I really want to get as broad as I can with as many different authors as possible. So this is your chance to show me how much smarter you are than me. Tell me what should be on this list, what you can’t believe I haven’t read, but temper it with a nice compliment about how pretty I am or something.

Once I have the final list, I’ll submit it to you guys to help me determine the order in which to read them. Then the basic goal is to read all 100 books in the next three or four years. To me that sounds like a really long time, but I calculated it up (I are smart) and to read 100 books in four years means I’ll have to read one every two weeks. I tend to read pretty fast, but that is still gonna take some doin.

Also, I want to blog about these books as I read them, so I’d like feedback throughout the whole process. It’d be great if we had some really cool dialogue about these characters, their stories, and the meaning of it all.

Here’s what I have so far:

Watchmen – Alan Moore
Brave New World – Aldous Huxley
The Number One Ladies Detective Agency – Alexander McCall Smith
The Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas
Beowulf – Anonymous
Dracula – Bram Stoker
Starship – Brian Aldiss
Star Risk Ltd. – Chris Bunch
The Old Man and the Sea – Earnest Hemingway
The Dark Knight Returns – Frank Miller
Lilith – George MacDonald
Animal Farm – George Orwell
She – H. Rider Haggard
To Kill a Mockingbird – Harper Lee
Moby Dick – Herman Melville
The Odyssey – Homer
Pride and Prejudice – Jane Austen
Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck
Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck
Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad
Lord Jim – Joseph Conrad
The Tale of Desperaux – Kate DiCamillo
Peace Like a River – Lief Enger
Frankenstein – Mary Shelley
World War Z – Max Brooks
Metamorphoses – Ovid
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? (Blade Runner) – Philip K. Dick
Dandelion Wine – Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury
Percy Jackson and the Olympians – Rick Riordan
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress – Robert A. Heinlein
“Conan” Short Stories – Robert E. Howard
Treasure Island – Robert Louis Stevenson
Shawshank Redemption – Stephen King
The Green Mile – Stephen King
The Once and Future King – T.H. White
Thief of Time – Terry Prachett
Look Homeward Angel – Thomas Wolfe
The Aenid – Virgil
Neuromancer – William Gibson
Hamlet – William Shakespeare  
The Tale of Genji – Murasaki Shikibu

So… fire away.

Timmy’s been so withdrawn and moody lately. I wish he’d stop saying that I don’t understand him, that’s ridiculous. Of course I understand him, I’m his mother. What’s this? An ad for a music camp for… rock? That’s CRAZY! I bet Timmy would LOVE that! He’s always talking about his music and playing that darn guitar so loud. I bet if I sent him to this “premier” camp this summer, he’d think I was totally rad! I mean, that kid in the ad even LOOKS like Timmy. I bet they’d be best friends. Thank you Power Chord Academy! You are making me cool!

Please Suzy, for Timmy’s sake, and all of our sakes, ignore this ad. Timmy will not think this is cool. In fact, he will be forever bitter at you for making him “one of those dorks who go to summer camps”. The fact that the camp purports to relate to an interest of Timmy’s is of no concern. Timmy likes rock because it allows him to pretend that he’s on the fringe of society. Once you force him to acknowledge the fact that it’s extremely mainstream and popular, he’ll not only refuse to go to the camp, but hate you forever.

But I mean, the choice is yours.

Lesson #1 – Crying is a Good Thing

I’ve heard a lot of people talk about how manipulative babies are even in the first few months after birth. How they learn quickly to cry in order to get stuff they want but don’t need. How they’ll demand your attention and learn to pull your strings to achieve their diabolical ends.

But seriously… he’s a baby. He doesn’t even know the difference between needs and wants. He doesn’t know what or who he is, what’s going on, or anything. Why start out treating him like the enemy when he’s just really confused? Instead, Holly and I treated every cry as an indication that something was wrong. Whether he was hungry, tired, lonely, or whatever, we did what we could to help. And you know what? He’s happy, independent, and we don’t regret a second.

Lesson #2 – Sacrifice Isn’t Easy. Duh.

The first six weeks of Grayson’s life were some of the best and hardest for me. Holly and I were constantly up with him, and I pretty much lived off of three hours of sleep a night. At first I really resisted, getting angry. Then I realized that I had grown so comfortable that I had actually forgotten that sacrifice is hard. You have to give something up for the comfort of someone else. When I had come to terms with that, I found it incredibly rewarding.

Lesson #3 – No Laundry is Safe

Babies are like camels. They spit. I can’t tell you how many times I got to work and realized that my shirt had a spit-up stain on it. How this happens is inexplicable to me, but I learned that each and every morning, regardless of how recent that shirt came out of the laundry, you must thoroughly examine it.

Lesson #4 – Flatulence Is No Big Deal.

And if you are thinking I’m talking about the baby, I’m not. One day I had a shocking revelation. People are accustomed to babies smelling. If a baby smells, it’s not cool, but it’s understandable. Therefore I realized that as long as I was holding Grayson, I could fart with impunity. Everyone around would just assume that Gray needed a diaper change. I came to realize this at the mall. In an elevator. Yes, I’m a horrible person.

Lesson #5 – Fear

I’ve never had so many bad dreams or horrible thoughts of carnage as I have this past year. When I became a parent, it was as if my brain felt like it had to prepare for every possible scenario. I’ve always been pretty casual when it comes to my personal safety, so it was really odd for me to care so much about stairs and falling down.

Lesson #6 – Baby Superpowers, Part One: Wolverine

Speaking of injury, it turns out that babies are actually quite resilient. As scared as I get when I think about him falling down or gouging his eye out, he actually does pretty well when he gets hurt. Sure, he cries. For like, three seconds. Then it’s off to whatever else he’s not supposed to have. Which, incidentally, is my next point.

Lesson #7 – Baby Superpowers, Part Two: Professor X

Apparently babies can read minds. No really. It’s as if Grayson knew exactly what I didn’t want him to play with, where I didn’t want him to go. And of course, he went there/played with it. I even began experimenting with convincing myself that I really didn’t want him to play with one of his toys in hopes that he would read my mind and immediately go play with that. But his telepathy is so well honed that he sees past my flimsy conscious barrier. He is a force to be reckoned with.

Lesson #8 – Ignorance is Bliss. And Bad for the Baby.

Turns out I’m not all that good with sacrifice. In fact, I’ll default to ignoring problems and turn to self-entertainment if I’m given the chance. I’d much rather put the boy in front of some kiddo cartoons for a couple hours until bedtime so I can go play Warcraft with the wife, but turns out he doesn’t like that so much. Babies are good at demanding your attention because you know what? They need it. And you need to give it to them.

Lesson #9 – My Life is Over

In a good way. This is also somewhat true when you get married, but even more so when you have a child. I realized one day soon after he was born, that my life was no longer about me. I mean, it never really was, but now it was tangible. In a sense, the rest of my life would be defined by what kind of father I was.

Lesson #10 – Klingons are the Enemy (and scary)

I’ll often pop something on TV to watch while Grayson plays. Usually it’s anime, because that way I can still justify him watching it because it’s a cartoon. But occasionally, I’ll get the urge to watch some Star Trek. What I found was that Grayson cannot stand Worf, or any other Klingon. I think it’s when they yell. He invariably screams and cries until I’ve turned it off an held him for a while. I guess babies are like Tribbles that way.

Lesson #11 – Non Allergenic Pets

If you’re like me and have relatives who are allergic to some pets, you might want to consider having a baby. They normally don’t cause allergies to act up, and you can still teach them tricks. And once they grow up… you can put them to work!

Lesson #12 – Bottom Line

I love him. More than I could ever say. I hope to God he doesn’t turn out like me.