Owner: Pirate Papa: A Journal of Anarcho-Green D.I.Y. Parenting URL:http://www.piratepapa.blogspot.com Join Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2006 16:32:18 -0500 Rating:1 Site Description: Young radical single papa Sky Cosby tackles stunningly gorgeous twin daughters Lyli & Scarleht in the woods near Puget Sound, eats and grows organic food, splits wood, writes & works on antique printing presses. Site statistics:Click here
stumbling towards profundity 2006-12-07 05:08:00 When I am eighty I will live alone and smoke a pipe and read my news and books as the sun comes up. I will garden and split wood and walk to watch the salmon because there will, of course, be salmon nearby and wood in need of splitting and, I would imagine, we will still have weeds.
When I am eighty I will move slowly and think fast and never have to drive anywhere. I will write poems when the Read more:stumbling
Erectile Dysfunction Ads vs.Birth Control Ads 2006-12-06 02:37:00 About Those Ads?
Kids see a lot of ads. And a lot of those ads deal with impotence drugs. Pediatricians would prefer that kids see a lot less of those ads and a lot more ads for birth control.
Children should be exposed to fewer television ads for anti-impotence drugs and more for birth control, and need to be shielded from an advertising onslaught in general, the leading U.S. pediatricians' Read more:Birth Control
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lumberjills, thises & thats & Hi 2006-12-02 08:41:00 As the legend goes, if you hold a book upon its spine and let it fall open the pages will spread their leaves to the sexy parts of the story because that's when the entranced reader bends the book open the hardest. I try to live my life like this whenever possible, especially these days, when I am a father first and an individual second. So I bend my spine, shuffle through the fallen leaves,
hold the regrets 2006-12-01 06:21:00 nothing to write about. nothing to talk about. i utterly fail the telephone. my brain and hands are on autopilot and bored tearless and fearless and flying through slow cool dreams. robotically i perform my most necessarry duties as late in the day as possible, loaf around and read and watch a movie and recite books by memory to my girls as they flip the pages back and forth. it feels as if I am
dreams, dances, denver. houses, homes, hopes. ferries, friends, fantasies. 2006-11-23 21:46:00 Best vacation ever to Denver and a few points east of everywhere I'm used to. At
Red Rocks I learn that 'unconformity' is a geographic term as I gaze in awe at one
of the most amazing landscapes I've ever laid eyes upon. My friend Alyson spoils me
with a fabulous feast on Saturn's Day and shows me little bits (and beers) of the
city. For a smattering of days I am injected with a feverish Read more:dances
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i wish i could get away with this 2006-11-17 23:59:00 Well, that's what happens when you post a link to an image inside your own private gmail inbox... no one else can see it! shocking! sorry that took me so long to fix.
"dear mr. _________________, you are not my father, please stop writing me letters" 2006-11-14 12:20:00 It's hard to be a single parent in this incestual, sexy, alcoholic, uber-social setting of Olympia. It's hard to have one night stands when all you have are single nights chopped up over weeks and so many friends to see and social obligations you'd rather not have. You aren't supposed to care about one night stands, but what about when that's all you've got? How do you get to know someone before Read more:writing
hammering home 2006-11-13 09:47:00 I wrote this at the beginning of July, I just never had the guts to post it for some strange reason.
Over and over again I must have the importance, nay, the dire necessity of taking my twin girls Lyli and Scarleht out into the world hammered home. Having grown up almost entirely removed from the torrent of society before becoming a dynamic party hub in college I have reverted to my introspective
so... 2006-11-13 02:35:00 I'm addicted to good beer
I'm addicted to sunshine and gasoline and pumping my gasoline and watching beautiful women pump gasoline
i'm addicted to cigarettes and woodsmoke and smog
i'm addicted to frozen pizzas and organic vitamin supplements and
certain kinds of cough syrup
i'm addicted to writing and reading and computers and children and parents
and... did I say sunshine?
I'm addicted to a
"Exactly how much cocaine can you fit in a #4 diaper?" 2006-11-13 02:21:00 I've decided to start posting excerpts from some of the e-mails and letters I receive whose overall content and subject matter is too private to post in its entirety.
"I'll be in the military until both my girls are all grown up..."
"The bitch gets pised[sic] when I wanna go drink with the guys!"
"She split right after _______ was born. I've had to hold down two jobs while someone else takes
I will piss on Rupert Murdoch's grave 2006-11-11 10:28:00 This is absolutely disgusting to throw all over myspace. Why can't we at least be blessed with a nation of hypochondriacs into herbal medicine?
I'm sorry, I believe that there are strange ailments and mental imbalances out there but I refuse to believe they are as widespread as we make them out to be in the United States and Canada (I can't really speak for anywhere else as I don't follow Read more:Murdoch
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Magic Bottle 2006-11-11 06:27:00 Lifted from my roomie Eamon's livejournal...
Yesterday, I was watching the twins while Sky was grabbing us some food. I was working on the computer, so the girls came over and commandeered my lap as usual. Scarleht grabbed this little corked bottle off the desk. Sky had given it to her to play with the other day because she was jealous of her sister's sparkly wand. He told her it was a magic Read more:Magic
there is no more perfect drug than having children 2006-11-08 05:50:00 they keep me up for hours
make me fiercely productive at times
and profoundly lazy at others
jerk my emotional yo-yo
initially they spark and then eventually totally ruin any chance of a "solid", "normal" relationship with someone else
they make me happy, mad, sad, distressed, impressed, frantic, stoic, hungry, not-hungry, dirty, clean, arrogant, very, very small, tired, tall, strong, weak
First Papa Party! 2006-11-06 05:49:00 But only one [future] papa showed! Actually it was better that way. My new friend Aaron came out for five or six hours this afternoon. He will be new father to a little son in two and a half weeks, lives in Longview and is probably the coolest person there. Our conversation ranged from serious topics of parenthood, sexuality, drugs, relationships, and family to books, broads, kids, crushes and Read more:First
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10 top reason used to argue gay marriages 2006-11-03 23:03:00 Please excuse the atrocious grammar and spelling, but I had to repost this on mere principal 'cause the heart is in the right place and I didn't have time to copy edit it.
1) Being gay is not natural.
Rebutle:
Then we must also reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.
2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay
Rebutle:
In the same way that hanging Read more:marriages
for forever, love now 2006-12-08 18:15:00 There is not such thing as darkness; only a failure to see. --Muggeridge
Fog rolls in from the cow pasture this morning, up and over the creek splashing with exhausted salmon whose hides are spotted with experience. I revel in this morning's waffle-dance (even though we have no waffles) and listen to Lyli talk about "when me ah beeg gurhl ah cut appo wita nife." Scarleht talks at great length about the "pah-kit" of her "fwooyoo" (sweater). We move into "five anananados!" (five things colored orange as we begin to pick up Spanish left and right). Lyli complains that her socks are not working, then talks about yesterday when Scarleht threw a fit and didn't want to clean up her toys. Lylis says with utmost seriousness: "Lyli no cwy, lyli toys away" and punctuates it with her affirmative, headstrong single nod.
In other news I aimlessly, doggedly trudge onward, though the monotony of freedom sometimes stifles in ways you wouldn't imagine. I change hats to improve my despondency, smoke
kitchen floor 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Lyli tells me my beer is cold as she and scarleht cook their white rice and tomatoes in their "ayuh oben' [little oven]. Then we play one variety of the new hand-warming game. What else is new? Spinning until dizziness sets in, the jump game on the sofa [which looks like a gymnastic event for dwarves], Eamon teaches them to ask "what is it?' today, they refer to Alyson's myriad bracelets as a little song, they have begun to go out of their way to do something nice for each other once in awhile [oh my god, yes!], scarleht dabbles in fifteen word sentences occasionally, they dress as twinkle twinkle little star for halloween [stupidly entertaining american holidays tend to piss me off although I enjoy how happy they make other poor saps]. so many aunts and uncles around this past week, too many to count but shining stars, all of them. auntie smash gets to spend some quality time with the ladies, as do auntie jess, auntie aly, auntie caitlin, and two too brief encounters with a
limping the volvo 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ...across the state yesterday, damn good thing we left when we did, what with a dead battery and a fauly alternator. a series of charges and jumps and we make Rob's by dusk with no headlights to speak of or shine. miss my girls something sweet. currently waiting for steph-o to swing by the bookshop with 'em in tow. the next few weeks will be spent primarily at the farm slogging through mountains of books, playing with toddlers and getting some semblance of a winter garden in place. this keyboard is sticky from too much beer so please forgive any typos.good to see me ma and pa. been awhile since I was in Eastern Wash two weekends in a row. My lungs will be recovering for days [curse you dry dry dust!]. Patched things up with the madre, got a bit of work done in padre's dusty gold mine, sneezing in between marvelous literary discoveries, absconding to the brew pub for beer and games one and two of the world series, oh silly sport of my youth, on which so much used to depend.first crac Read more:volvo
bartered away the dregs of my dreams for some new ones... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ...not nearly as threadbare, quite the haul at barter faire: a corn fritter, turkish coffee, 3 bells, 2 rocks, 2 blankets, a pipe, some books, salsa, pickled beans, hot and spicy pickled veggies, pumpkin seeds, a slug of kids clothes, a nice basket, some old hand tools, a sharp hand-scythe, two pairs of gloves, a scarf, a hat, an awesome knit ball for the girls, a sweater from India, absinthe and some other unmentionables, strawberry mead, a fir tree, 2 coat racks, ten bags of herbs, twelve tinctures, a barrell, e bars of soap, some salve and some lip balm. Oh, and $600 from hawking Loompanics books! Yeah Undergrtound Economy!we arrive friday at 6:30ish, cruise the barter guts after the obligatory nightmare of parking the truck crammed full of books with tricycle strapped atop. food, a beer after the long hot road, unpack, pitch camp with friends. make new friends every half hour or so, too many connections to possibly keep track of. I apologize ahead of time for my absentmindedness, j
up at four a.m. 'cause I'm a mostly-worthless drun... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 up at four a.m. 'cause I'm a mostly-worthless drunk who shouldn't go to bed at a reasonable hour 'cause it screws everything up.i think about how much i hate myself and my life sometimes while rocking rhythmically back and forth on my old wooden horse as Rob sets up the Brio train set of my abandoned youth. a nice lunch and serious talk with mi madre today, i hope things went as well as I thought they did but only time can tell that.Attempt to watch the first two games of the World Series with Rob and Padre at the brew pub across from my pop's shop but I'm too scattered to stare at some screen and gift it my attention for too awful long. Stress and the bottled-up masks of internalized emotions ask me to take a shot of whiskey and I don't refuse. the nights get black if you stop thinking about sunshine, and I'm not very careful sometimes.entertaining to say the least to dig through my father's back rooms, hunting treasure we don't know by sight, smell, dust or dream. a signed
always plenty of criticism, never enough support... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 ...from friends, family, lovers, painters, dreamers, drinkers, thinkers. kind intentions often reveal themselves in rancid robes. how many times are we gifted the partner of our dreams only to have those idealized dreams dashed on some insignificant rock of detail? when we need words we get worry, when we need silence we get sound, when we need love we get sex, when we need sex we find friends and then forsake them.half the time i dismally fail to utilize my free time, choosing instead to wallow in some sort of psuedo-self-pity/philosophical coccoon, banking on the chance it will grow me wings I know how to wear. spoiled. thoughts and heart given too much time to ferment, foment, fester into some sweating knot of sick love thirsty for a fix it doesn't need, just yearns for hopelessly, helplessly. hindered by indecision i blunder and wonder 'round blind alleyways and deaf avenues, listening for that perfect blend of silence and sound to wrap my eardrums around. but what percussive par Read more:always
for spirit because she asked so nicely... 1970-01-01 00:59:59 stolen from Heatherfunny how thingsrise to the surface overtime,to be skimmed from the topof my consciousness,then saved in a glass bottleto be examined later ordiscardedlike so muchpost-consumer waste ororganic matter.decaying whetherin bottlelandfill orworm-bin.i suppose another option is tosee what is arising on the surface of my mindand allow it to floator sinkas it will,to be used or not asS/He wills.at the surface today:...how my clothes prepare me to face the dayready for battleready to dancereadyfor whatever i intuit.sheer blouse/black bralayers and laceorindustrial fake leatherduct tapedbootsand militant fuck offlayers.whimsyor anarchysoft orhard as nails found in an alley & savedfor future hammeringpounding andpiercngbut really bothat the sametime......how intellectualcompatibilityis no indicator oferoticpotential......how silly i was to thinki was through withromance......how miles & geography havenothingto do with closeness......how numbers love tellingstories......how chiv Read more:spirit
time for the heart versus time for the head 1970-01-01 00:59:59 it makes me feel inordinately selfish but my time needs to be my time. i can't really "hang out" anymore, just get restless and bored even if I love the people present. attention span is shot to shit from 2.5 years of parenting. i'm not used to saying no to beautiful people when queried concerning friendships, relationships, investing time together. but with a schedule that barely leaves time for self I have to be ruthless with my free time, and it's not free, it's very valuable (at least to me). sometimes I feel like I have too many friends for how small i am, stretched much too thin to go around. i parcel myself out in little increments, the secret to success. it is good to be social again after so long in the metaphorical/literal woods but I forgot how exhausting and unrewarding it can be at times.feels good to get my bookstore legs back a bit. spent several hours (incrementally of course) shelving books yesterday, more again today. little minute conversations with customers whi Read more:versus
go be patient somewhere else 1970-01-01 00:59:59 An unduly distressful completely unproductive lazy morning leading up to hours at Kinkos and the Post Office, lines, toddlers, tiny wars over stickers, spinach feta turnovers disentigrated over corporate rugs. Moving on to the hardware store, a parking ticket, a dead battery, running out of baby wipes, a trashed house, two weekends worth of business/pleasure/road trips and home neglect on the horizon. I get home and burn a bowl of pasta while splitting wood outside. I give my girls leftovers and "cookies" [read: no fat fig newmans] and exhaustedly put them to bed after Becca and I fly them all over the downstairs. They're hyper so Lyli gets up 3 times before sleep. I overload, therefore I energize. I store up energy, only to let it all flood out. Sometimes my myriad projects pile up to overflowing... I feel an accck! worthy of Bill the Cat, or Cathy.Musing on the oddities emanating from my own mouth these days:"kitty doesn't go in the oven""go be patient
somewhere else""you can have
yoka da doke on a tipe-a-yoyo 1970-01-01 00:59:59 that's okey dokey on a typewriter to the lay-parent.instead of marvelling at the things we have, we dream about and worry about the things we don't. i'm full of ambiguous aphorisms, hot wind, vile temper, wit, pith, pathos and vinegar.Darkness falls and I imagine myself in different fatherly roles, a father in some East-coast urban ghetto, a father on the Serenghetti, in feudal europe, paleolithic northern Siberia, modern-day Palestine, barrio Mexico, a military father, a homosexual father, the stereotypical outsider father - an anachronism spread thin across cultures and eras, always forgotten, persecuted, barely documented, an anomoly no one expects but everyone silently appreciates.Off tomorrow at daybreak for the Okanogan/Tanasket Barter Faire, a little mind-expanding literary woodsy socialism to whet unknown appetites and gather winter clothes for little ones to keep warm. Riding the only shotgun with good old friend Owen to a series of blankets, tables, bonfires and beautiful
Randominities #067k 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Strange happenings the other night while carousing with Eamon and Afton... Eamon had, merely hours before, reminded us that it was December 7th and the anniversary of Pearl Harbor. While we were sitting around after dinner playing adult games I started going through a stack of comic book promotional posters I snagged from the back room of my father's bookstore last trip. Lo and behold, halfway down the stack was a copy of...drumroll...The Honolulu Star-Bulletin 2nd Extra from Sunday, December 7th, 1941, an eight page news supplement focused on the disaster unfolding. Crazy shit huh? Just received my 4000th hit on pirate papa (since installing the counter a little less than a year ago). 3,000 of those hits in the last six months alone. My buddy Ben over at http://www.honkytonkdragon.blogspot.com just made his first few bucks off adsense or some such advertising. Makes me think... I mean shit, I don't like consumerism, but if I can choose the ads I definitely wouldn't mind ge
a day in the life and some sign language links 1970-01-01 00:59:59 today we played in the snow for the first timehands got cold pretty quickupon returning in we discover that snow is in factedibleand deliciousthey are both wandering around trying to say 'hermana'and signing up a stormI highly recommend signing with your child as early as they will pay attention. My mother was a sign language
interpreter while I was growing up. I was fluent until age six when I stopped using it. Now, at 23, I've picked it up again in order to communicate with my children. Lyli and Scarleht just turned 19 months today and know upwards of 50 signs apiece. Children can sign long before they can speak and many of the early frustrations of parenthood can be easily bypassed by means of this method of communication. Plus it's fun for you and your child, gets those rusty neural networks tickin' again and has been proven to increase the development of your child in some astonishing ways. Language, critical thinking, problem solving, everything is sped up due to the acquisi Read more:links
...I took the one less travelled by 1970-01-01 00:59:59 I lounge behind my desk, utterly satisfied and exhausted, sipping wine and watching The Doors and reveling in simply being and being simply satisfied amidst these trees and rotting salmon stench which permeates all persons present. We who have hung our heads out windows, easy targets, waiting for a view of heaven or some star when we should be watching where we place each footfall and frail breath released into space to mingle with this ether we suppose elicits artwork.I cast myself in a one-man play behind my eyelids, watching from afar, tucked away behind synapses and grey matter that really doesn't matter much at all. I spy the constituent pieces of myself, incongruous with the puzzles of others for the most part, parceled out over minutes and milestones, spread thin like an emaciated hooker tricking for a quick fix of lust or love. Alas, at times the lines in-between the lovers blur, a kaleidoscopic frenzy of frayed emotions, threads read and woven, binding our bodies into one. I
Herbal & Natural Treatments of Alcoholism 1970-01-01 00:59:59 Excerpted from the University of Maryland Medical Center's website, thanks gang, this is some excellent information. Check their website for some of the best all-encompassing, mostly unbiased medical knowledge I've found.HerbsThe use of herbs is a time-honored approach to strengthening the body and treating disease. Herbs, however, contain active substances that can trigger side effects and interact with other herbs, supplements, or medications. For these reasons, herbs should be taken with care and only under the supervision of a practitioner knowledgeable in the field of herbal medicine.Luckily this isn't a problem if you aren't on anything else! Ha! Take that Western Medicine! I haven't had any of your silly pills in six years! Anyway, moving on...Evening Primrose (Oenothera biennis)Although more conclusive research is needed, there is some evidence to suggest that this herb may lessen cravings for alcohol. Evening primrose is often used as an oil extracted from the seed of thi Read more:Alcoholism
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