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- 19. April 2009: Drifting with Dieter at the Flea market
- 9. April 2009: Imperceptions
- 29. March 2009: To Mail or not to mail
- 6. March 2009: Blogging while delirious
- 27. February 2009: A study in contrasts
- 22. February 2009: Southern Hospitality
- 10. February 2009: Surly Signs are Done
- 9. February 2009: From the Mouths of Babes
- 5. February 2009: Toast
- 26. January 2009: Hogan's Heroes-The Movie
From the Mouths of Babes
I think this winter has been been very sheltered for me. I just haven’t been getting out enough. the world is changing around me and leaving me behind even faster than normal.
I know this because the other day I was leaving Home depot and a young man (and by that I mean young adult male older than 18) walked by me witha hoody and jeans on. Nothing I haven’t seen before. But what I hadn’t seen before was a young man walking down the street with a pacifier in his mouth. That’s right a baby pacifier or nook or plug or whatever different people call it. And yes I am sure it wasn’t a sucker or a tooth pick or a lollipop. I have seen my share of pacifiers and I know what they look like.
It was a pacifier. Now this is definitely new to me. Maybe this has been going on for a while and I just missed the craze. I’m just asking if someone can explain it to me. That’s all. I’m not judging. I’m just curious. Really.
I know we make our kids grow up way to fast now days. No time to be a child. So maybe this is just an outward gesture of that suppressed inner child who instead of getting to play in the mud after school was rushed off everyday after school to play soccer or tumble or whatever.
Don’t talk to me about soccer. Where’s my nook?
10. February 2009 at 08:46
Sometimes it’s not a bad thing for fads to leave us behind. I can’t explain the nook. I’ll choose to simply lump it into an increasingly large collection of things I can’t explain. One positive thing about that collection though - it almost always makes me laugh.