Back at work and feeling significantly better, I got to feel even better-er when I noticed that the Kodak website we have started using in order to distribute Dylan photo printouts to our relatives still stuck in the Stone Age is actually not blocked at work, unlike Flickr, which gives me a renewed opportunity to be able to watch a collection of Dylan photos at the office.
Goes to show a thing or two about the value of blocking access to specific websites in a world where millions of new websites pop up every day.
By the way, that Kodak website is not bad at all. It offers mugs with photo prints and similar kitsch, which means that from now on it is going to be our bread and butter source for family oriented gifts. The aim is to have all family members own a collection of “Dylan through the years” mugs.
While having a walk to the post office during work time, I found myself at the entrance of Dylan's future childcare center. Holding lunch (shawarma) in one hand and the shopping (two cans of formula for Dylan) on the other, I decided a reconnaissance trip is not that bad an idea, so I went in.
One of the attendants was walking out as I stepped into the lobby, and as I’m used to by now she gave me that look Australians normally reserve to terrorism suspects. I told her that my wife had just booked our child there the other day and that I was in the neighborhood so I decided to pop up and have a look, and immediately the “where is my pepper spray when I need it” look changed to a wide smile and the mouth said “Oh! So you’re Daniel’s father!”
So in she took me to give me the grand tour while pointing me at all the things that Daniel admired when he was there the other day and while showing me the room Daniel will spend his time in and the kids Daniel is going to have for company.
It all looked pretty good, only that by now we know there’s more to a childcare place than its looks. The true test is how they cope with the babies during the day, especially during the ultra chaotic feed time. They do seem better suited to handle smaller babies: as of next year (i.e., in three weeks’ time), they are going to have separate rooms for babies under 1 and babies over 1. Daniel, it seems, and even Dylan for that matter, stand a good chance of not being trampled underfoot.
Talking about mistaken identities, I can’t help but wonder whenever I see one of the many Santa figures currently roaming all over the place. The first thing that comes to mind is actual worry about them coping with the searing hear in their suits, hats and false beards. The second, however, is a thought on how aware people are to the fact that the image of Santa we all have in our heads today is more to do with Coca Cola advertising than with any so called saint.
The thing that really troubles me the most is simply this: Why do people keep on with this foolish fable? What’s the point of maintaining this lie and feeding it to children? I can see that it’s an imaginative story, but what is wrong with the truth – what is wrong with telling kids that the gifts they’re getting come through their own parents’ hard work and through the love of their family and friends? If that is not a much better story then I don’t know what is, and with some creativity it can be easily painted in some imaginative colors just the same if not better. But still most people go on with the charade.
One interesting theory I read last Xmess was that the belief in Santa is important for kids because it’s their first step towards believing in god. The assumption is, therefore, that a small lie coupled with the bribe of gifts will open up a gap through which a much nastier and more implicative lie can slip through.
Call me naive, but I prefer water to Coke and the truth over the lie.