Time-lapse Living

Watching Sofi's face change reminds me of time-lapse film footage of weather patterns, or of a building coming together––while our lives have virtually stopped, the hands on our clocks reluctant to move to their next tickmark, our little beauty is transforming at an incredible pace. Her head is taking shape, no longer cone-shaped, time is now bringing her tiny features into contrast, hinting at the beautiful woman she will someday be.

Here's a link to a photo album that will be updated regularly...

http://www.nyclabs.com/blog/sofi/sofi.html

E-motion Pictures

Here's some video clips of little Sofi's first day.

Let the days of one-handed typing begin!

Wow. For fear of not doing justice to the miracle of life, I am not going to write much (yet). But for now, meet our little Sofia (sofi) born Friday, September 23, 2005 to two of the happiest people in the world. Thank you Dr. Solomon, you were amazing... and thank you Tami for being a tireless, supportive guide for Dana. It takes a long time to write with a little package in one arm––you weren't kidding Paul!

She's gone into labor!

Been timing contractions since 1:30am... it's 5:45am now... we're about
4-5 minutes betw contractions.... this looks like it!
We'll let everyone know when it's for sure...

As you can see...I'm not nervous at all.

I've got it all under control. We went to our doctor yesterday and after poking around, she informed us that Dana has begun to dilate 1.5 cm so far. It's beginning, and I repeat... I am not nervous, despite what the photo might imply. It's really starting to happen and I've got butterflies in my stomach like you wouldn't believe. We're hoping it's tonight. But it could be Saturday, or Sunday... man I can't stand this waiting anymore. We'll let everyone know what's going on for sure.

Lomo-tastic!

Just found this sweet plastic camera Dana got as a gift from her old teaching job. It takes 4 pictures in the space of a second, at slightly different angles.. it's the coolest thing. We were sure the baby was going to come yesterday... I'm working from home for a while to be safe.

The Closet is finally finished!

All our hard work is finally visible. Our little baby is going to be so impressed with the work we put into his/her room that they'll be speechless, probably for the first year or so.

Here's D, working hard. And no... she's not using polyeurethane, it's linseed oil. The vapors aren't harmful, and it reminds me of art school. We didn't want to use varnish in the baby room due to the fumes it would give off.



And here's a shot of the final piece. Can you find Dana in the picture? Hint... she's the one hiding in the closet.

Almost There

In a rush, so not much time to write. We're off to a Doctors appointment.. but here's a photo from this morning of the belly...

The musical talent that runs in this family... my god.

Well. Before the little one is even born, he/she is learning the classics, like this one here from Nana May (soon to be, that is)

And here's a clip of the future Nana, Aunt April, and Aunt Keri.. being themselves like no one else can... be.. them.. huh?

Sudden rain, and other things.

Things are quited down for the moment But, like the sudden rain last night, so might life suddenly rain down upon us with unexpected drops of experience. Rain. There's a lot to learn about the world little one. The cycles, the hours. The cleansing power of rain. Things you can learn in books, and others you learn from looking around.

But this wait is almost unbearable. The due date we were given is September 21st, but most of our friends who have had children lately have had them come as early as three weeks before the due date. So, by those standards, our little one may very well be here anytime from next week to a month from now.

Friday night it actually hit me that Dana is actually going to have a baby soon. Don't ask me where I've been this whole time. Most likely in my head––the control room with all my experiences on giant display screens, like NASA command control, the Batcave. Events and people all kept in discreet files; faxes and memos flowing in a constant stream, connections being made every day. But the commander-in-chief of my control room must have made an executive decision to leak this news slowly, for fear of system upheaval––or even better still, mass hysteria. But when the last bit of news finally had sunken in , I felt happier than I'd ever felt before. A pure strand of joy––hydroponic hippie joy, if you will––filled my body. The kind that, if bottled, Timothy Leary would have been lecturing about. So it suddenly dawned on me... this is my life. It's happening. It's here. It's now. And I love it. All of it.

Only a man would think of this one

Oh, and that man that would think of this, would also need to be a huge NASCAR fan....

and probably have a sweet moustache...

and four cars on his property that are covered by a tarp.

Almost an Ima (that's Mom in Hebrew)

Look how beautiful Danush is. I mean, how damned cute is this? It's heartbreaking. Sleep is becoming more and more difficult as I'm running out of room on the bed ;) But seriously, for Dana, it's getting tough with the baby moving so much, the extra strain on her back and the swelling in her legs and feet.

At our friends house this weekend, we had the ring on a string gender test done. Tie the wedding ring on a string.. hang it over the belly and wait. If the ring begins to create a circlular looping pattern––Girl. If it swings like a pendulum, back and forth––boy. Well, according to this test, it's going to be a hypnotist... or a jeweler. It did swing back/forth like a pendulum though. Hmmmm.

No baby was hurt during the filming of this clip

OK. This is pretty clever.

It's not Dana––so don't get all excited and start hungering for autographs!... (But we're going to try it for sure)

Koby and Michal sent this one from Israel. (along with a million other clips ;)

Man, what a complainer I am...

Hello little one. All this noice, and not one word about what your mother is going through. Here I am, trapped in my head as usual, finding some way to categorize and organize what's happening here into neat digestible chunks, while your mom is carrying you inside her belly. I've got a few things on my mind related to your coming so soon, but your mother... in addition to things on her mind.. she's got a thing inside her belly that is growing and kicking all day long. Man... I'm such a complainer. There are days––almost full days––when I don't think about the pregnancy, and that is my privelege being a man. Dana (your Ima) cannot go a full minute without you on her mind. And that is her privelege as a woman. A feeling that I will never experience. Such a full sense of the pregnancy she must have. Sometimes I come home and find myself a bit giddy with surprise––Oh yeah, duh! That's our little baby in there squirming around. He or she will look just like us, and ask us millions of unanswerable questions (that I will, of course, give any old answer to for fear of being percieved as an idiot)

So your mother (your Ima), she's a strong woman. She's resilient She doesn't stop moving. Even when the look of pain and discomfort have clouded her face, she won't let anyone know what she's going through. She hates to complain, but at this point, she has every right to. If it were me, forget it. There wouldn't be a person in a ten mile radius that wouldn't know how uncomfortable I was.

So, little one. Wee one. Give your mother a break when you come out, OK? She's been working hard on you, making sure you come out the way nature intends you to. She can't even have coffee, or a glass of wine! Do you have any idea how this can affect an adult??? Well.. you'll find out when we start weaning you off breastmilk. Touche!

First post from my email account

Now that i've got this new found ability to post to the blog here from my email... expect to see more frequent postings. It's been a hard two weeks with this new gig I've been working on... crazy hours.. not much time for personal life. But it times out nicely with the birth of our little one. Should have at least 2 weeks to bask in the glow of parenthood (and sleep an hour and a half per night)

This photo was taken by my friend Patrick Winfield... there's something so serene about this, but with a tinge of violence that captivates me. If you want to tell Pat how sweet his photo is email him: patrick@10e20.com

The 'Outside' Report

This is the first time I am addressing you, my unborn child, directly in any form. So remember this. Hopefully, by the time you are able to read, and hopefully appreciate subtle humor–and perhaps a bit of irony here and there–computers will still be around and will not have been replaced by some new form of technology that will be incomprehensible to us 'old folks' who triumphantly struggled through the days of meager Dual 2.5 ghz power macs. Ha! your generation will laugh at us when we talk about these days, much in the same way we chuckle incredulously when the old folks haunting this joint talk about a time before television, when people sat around and stared at a radio(that also functional as furniture) So... after this brief intro to me, your father and his temperament, let me continue by describing the physical surroundings of where you are about to begin your childhood.

A yellow school bus has just passed on the next street down 'Centre Street." We live in Upper Nyack, NY now in a small cozy California ranch. I am sitting on our deck made of wood from a Cedar tree, which is quite sought after because of its natural immunity to weather and insects, and even more for the way it changes from the brutal sun so gracefully growing a silvery patina. It is unforgettably cedar, with its delicious scent–unmistakably cedar. It always reminds me of Nana and Papa's cedar closet in their 6 wayne avenue home, the home your aunts and I grew up in. It was a magical place where April and I would play hide and seek, a place of mystery packed in small boxes. A hanging museum of outfits from Nana and Papa's past lives, before April and I were even a tugging at the back of their minds. A time when it was simple May and Tom Daly––he in his soldiers uniform and she in her leg cast from a ski accident from Hunter Mountain, before the first snow board was inented. Relics from a time when life happened in a series of square images glued in a book, covered in plastic like so many couches in my childhood memories.

A minyan of tall proud trees surrounds me now as I write. Locusts are rattling in the tree tops marking the sacred boundary where earth passes the baton to the sky in the race toward the edge of time. Here we are, little one we do not know yet, but who we will soon love like no one else alive. Fate has chosen the three of us to spend a little time together here on this beautiful sphere filled with so many different creatures. A bluejay has just hopped from one branch to another. And now another. Before me, a line of trees stands in front of a backdrop of morning sun. A great opening can be felt, the Hudson River valley, not more than a quarter mile from here; a gouge in the earth created by a glacier, brimming with history and progress. Battles and brick yards, sailors and ship yards, and simple folk making a living. Ema is down at the Art Cafe which is a small oasis in Nyack, built from nowhere by Safta Dita. She is amazing, with her vision and the drive to realize that vision. May you inherit all the best traits from all your ancestors, those you will come to know as well as you know yourslef, most often better than that, for they will know you better than you know yourself, for they will be able to see themselves in the corner of your smile, or the wrinkle of your brow, and will suddenly realize all that has passed, and all that will come again.

Waiting patiently (without fingernails)

Daddy

The Best Swimming Lake in the World

Me, D and Nat (and Sabra) drove up to New Paltz and hiked to Lake Awosting (3.2 mi), swam a bit in this beautiful, pristine mountain lake. It was tough on D, with the little tike weighing her down, plus the heat was intense––95º humid. This is our favorite place to hike to, and we'll be trekking here with the little one for sure.

NASA

We went on a tour of the birthing center at Good Samaritan Hospital in Suffern this past Sunday, and I couldn't help but think about the good old U.S. Space Program. Probably the second most important detail in planning space flight––the first being reaching outerspace––is where in hell is this giant heap of metal and flesh going land after re-entry into our atmosphere. So I felt like a NASA location scout walking the halls of the landing area of our child, busy preparing for its climactic entry from the inner space of the Dana galaxy into the outerspace of life here on earth. It really hit me that I am going to be a father, seeing the nursery filled with little people (being manhandled by the nursing staff), and the room that we'll bring our spaceship down to a safe warm landing to the anticipating eyes and arms of its new family. Seeing the various computer screens in each room with all their wires snaking through the walls to the NASA command center, where nurses sip thier coffee while monitoring the inner space atmosphere radar screens. Boop. Boop. Beep. Boop. Incoming. There's a window opening in the atmosphere, take your opportunity now pilot! Fire all thrusters!

Then last night in our birthing class we watched a video of a water birth that took place in a Mexican home, the mother was also a mid-wife who chose to deliver her baby herself, away from the boops and bleeps of the NASA birthing center. And she did it! We watched as her baby popped out and slowly floated to the surface of the water, was lifted out, and took her first breath, not a computer monitor within a mile of the scene. So, there were the Wright Brothers and their contraption; and now there's the space shuttle.

Well, lost my train of thought. Have a busy day ahead of me. Here's a pic of our little astronaut in it's spaceship, working the controls.

Twins! um.... sort of.

That's right. Twins. While there's a baby growing inside D's belly, there's another baby growing in the downstairs of our house––the studio. Over the weekend, Ronen and I made huge progress with it, laying down remnant carpet tiles ($50 for the whole area.. I probably got ripped off, I know) setting up the G5 dual 2gig and the Yamaha mixing board... to the right we built a rack unit for the outboard effects and mic preamp. The sound booth, or "the womb" as I like to call it now has a solid maple door that makes a pretty tight seal. On the other side of the wall behind the recording console is the performance area where we have a drum kit, an upright piano, a bunch of guitars, banjo, mandolin, violin, and various percussive intstruments. All the cables from microphones and instruments are sent through the wall into the mixing board. We're also going to create a video window, setting up a DVcam in the performance room, and sending the feed to a monitor in the control room (pictured here) so Ronen can see what's going on in there. It'll be awesome. So check it out.. pretty soon we'll begin recording my songs, recording other peoples songs, making a sweet demo.. who knows.. maybe I'll have some vinyl albums pressed along with the CD's.


Click it for a bigger view. It's a panoramic made up of six shots crudely pieced together, hence the crazy perspective.

Worlds Largest Eggs

Believe it or not.. from this doorway comes the worlds largest eggs. Truly bizarre. Truly untrue.



And also, this madman is making his own bio diesel fuel from discarded vegetable oil (from fry machines) right before our eyes. We went on a tour of solar and clean energy homes/businesses this weekend in Connecticut, and witnessed some truly inspiring things, this being the most inspiring. Flemig Farms in CT. All the diesel vehicles on the farm run on homemade fuel, that leaves no harmful byproducts... no carbon monoxide, just carbon DI oxide.. which the trees and plants love. Amazing.
Oh, also, any diesel engine can run perfectly on this bio diesel, no modification necessary. I didn't believe it until I saw it first hand.