Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

He has a great mode and everything, Seb, always happy, maybe a bit annoyingly happy, but he don’t care much for learning anything new. It’s always the tv, the computer or the Playstation. Its really a shame to watch someone grow up like that. But as I understand that’s the way it is with most of’em. And time is to short it seems, to intervene.
So I turned if of to day. He on the couch with his hood on and everything, speeding into the ages. In April his 13.
- What?…
- Hungry, Seb?
- What are we gonna watch? You just turned it off?
I flipped out the chair and grabbed my Fanta
- youre gonna make me dinner.
- HA!
- Its potatoe mash
- Whoa!… But I’m not really that…
- Everything is on the package. Just read it. You know how it works.
He moved over to kitchen section and I sat there flat out watching him with the neighbour cat on ma chest. It was hilarious. Him holding that frying kettle in the air
- “IT SAID “LIFT THE KETTLE OFF THE OVEN”!! WHERE DO I PUT IT?
And:
- theres more. You need to put some shit in there, dude.
- Do we have any vanilla?
- Vanilla??
- that s what it says here.
- No, it says “vann 1 liter” (Water one liter)
It killed us! still laughing, he stirred the mash with a damn cream visper. Full speed.
- now we wait a minute and let it simmer down. He came over with a giant spoon of the stuff and presented a taste:
- you know that is a big spoon for a taste?
- I dint know there where rules about that.
What could I say?

He was cool.
And I never take the time to notice.
But it was the best damn potato mash I ever had.

the end result is all that matters when you're the cook. i know. i'm the cook around here... and i dig cookin'...

your son is almost 13? is that what i'm reading...

maybe he'll become a chef one day all because of this incident, eh? he could have is own "god's Garden".

hes almost 13, yeah.
and just last year he's english vocabulary has started to sneak in to every day sentences. 'bout the same time it happened to me, probably.
"what?? cheesus christ! hey, yo!" doing crazy finger signs.
We do watch the american movies. . We've seen the big lebowski a number of times. cracks us up. cohen brothers, tim burton, Von Trier, star wars. we'll get to jarmush and Woody in time.

i repeated the dinner rutine tonight. rewarded with the movie (Cloverfield) kid made me chicken and rice with a touch of thailand.
he has started to give goodnight hugs again.
it would be nice to have a decent chef in the house when i get my retirement. )


anyway. these days im taken it easy. I think somethink crazy is gonna happen soon. just waiting for it. its to quiet. theres something out there, man...

just dived in to El Paso. that is a weird town ,man. all the streets are mathematicly correct. its a big square with squares and squares. and there. theres a different house. right there, the one with the trees. and the blue porch. thats it. nice casa!
but how do find youre way around the block, cecil?)

wow! john wesley harding's grave!
and you can probably see for miles. its barrel. i love that!

that is a weird town ,man.

you telling me!

it's spread out like peanut butter all over the toasted desert that surrounds the Franklin mountains.

yessir, John Wesley Harding was shot dead in this town and buried in the Concordia Cemetery. souvenirs hunters kept chipping pieces of his tombstone so the city fathers finally had is final resting place surrounded by a fence... there's also some mean-assed fire ants living close to his grave. there's a killer mexican food restaurant across the street that's been there since the 1920's... damn good food (and no fire ants!).

ha ha ha.... vanniliter! that cracks me up!!!


(and, yeah, that google map thing is quite weird. so amazing to find those abtract places where others live, or to see one's own house from above, gleaming in the sunlight!)

i dig this mr. mud. i think you're giving your son the gift of your time and being in the moment. those are important. hugs are important. laughing together is important. that's why i dig this.