Did you know there was a contemporary art museum in Connecticut?! I DID NOT. The Aldrich Contemporary Art Museum is in Ridgefield, CT. also known as the “practically New York” part of Connecticut. For such a small state, I’m surprised things hide so well here.
The one thing I don’t like about the titles “contemporary art” and “modern art” is that the titles seems so selfish. Modern and Contemporary are adjectives that describe the current time period. Yet, in the art world these terms lose their adjectival purposes and instead seem to encompass very specific types of art. As an uneducated buffoon of the art world, this is all very confusing to me.
Either way, I’m excited to visit Ridgefield for the first time this February. I thought I had mostly exhausted the major museums of my state.
In doing research for no-technology February I stumbled upon a Board Game cafe in Middletown called “the board room”. For a $5 cover, you go in and can play any of a TON of games that they have on the shelves. On top of that, they have a counter where you can buy tasty gaming treats like cookies, coffees, and mac’n’cheese. Check out the website for more info.
What a clever idea! I’ll let y’all know how it is.
February is here! February is reduced technology month at the DiDonato household. Last year this was a successful experiment, so we’re trying it again.
The rules last time were as follows:
Cell phones can be used as communication tools: phone calls, FaceTimes, texts, or emails.
Apps can be used only if the supplement some other activity. For example: logging our exercise or looking up a recipe
Our TV will be unplugged for all of February
All the same rules as cell phones
Laptops can be used for work
Laptops can further be used for errands like paying bills or ordering a water filter off Amazon
This year we’re adding three modifiers:
1. Online stuff is okay if we’re researching stuff for Baby D.
2. Exceptions are allowed if we are alone
3. Using technology as part of a social event is okay
#1 Baby comes first.
#2 is in response to February being a month that has school vacation for Jen. The goal with no-technology February is to make sure that technology doesn’t get between us. No time where we are both sitting around together, but completely engrossed in our own tiny world of cell phone usage. That’s dumb. We don’t want that. But, if Jen’s flying solo at home while I’m fully preoccupied at work, that has nothing to do with our goal of spending time together instead of with our devices.
#3 We will absolutely be using our television for the super bowl. This is a social event meant to bring people together, not to pull them apart.
And that’s it!
I’ll try to prep a few website posts so that this doesn’t turn into more of a barren landscape of disinterest.
It’s amazing to me how easy it is forget the miseries of physical sickness. I’m coming off a nasty seven day cold that brought a few flu and pneumonia symptoms to the party. It was MEGA gross. But now that I’m on the up and up I’ve pretty much forgotten all misfortune. Any sort of physical discomfort is forgotten SOOOO quickly. Yet, I am still haunted by that time in 9th grade when I mispronounced the word “Adidas” in front of the whole class. What’s the deal?
KURT: YOU CAN DO THIS.
There are two instruments that more people need to learn how to play:
1) The Accordion
2) The Banjo
I’ve only known one accordionist, and outside of Dad D’s occasional twinging, I have never known a Banjoist. UNTIL NOW.
KURT: YOU CAN DO THIS.
Here’s the thing: Learning an instrument is depressing. I’ve been playing guitar for 16 years. I literally practice an hour a day. AND I AM NOT THAT GOOD.
Just when I start to think I’m decent I watch a YouTube video of a fourteen year old kid who has figured out how to simultaneously finger-tap Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring with his left hand and the Mario Theme with his right hand. YouTube is the anti-muse. It sucks the motivation from you. But you know what 14 year old kids can’t do? They can’t buy alcohol. So, Kurt? Go grab a cold one, struggle through Dueling banjos, and enjoy every minute of it.
Good luck Kurt.
One of the executives at my company has a deep appreciation for fine watches. And just as a car aficionado loves flipping through auto-magazines crushing on the latest and greatest vehicles and technologies, so does my colleague enjoy flipping through watch publications to learn about the newest precision mechanisms.
Recently, perhaps in an effort to spread his passion or maybe to encourage me to purchase a well engineered time-piece of my own, he passed me the December edition of Watch Journal.
Watch Journal is hilariously refined. It’s as polished and clean as you’d expect it to be – even the advertisements are classy. I feel as though I should be wearing white gloves to turn its pages. And I must say, the Journal highlights some beautiful watches with fabulously complex mechanisms. There’s one, for example, that keeps track of the movement of the planets – IN REAL TIME. Watch with bated breath as Saturn takes TWENTY NINE YEARS to circle its way around the watch face. HA! Amazing.
So that’s how it happened that I was lounging in an arm-chair on a Sunday afternoon, casually perusing wrist adornments and saw a watch that was STUNNING: The Gruebel Forsey with a 24 second tourbillon. Its simple face, accented with a window to its mechanical workings, beautifully bridges the broad gap between classiness and geekery.
THIS IS A WATCH THAT I WOULD PROUDLY WEAR.
Let’s check the price!
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There are a lot of weird things about having a pregnant wife. I’m sure anything I find weird pales in comparison to what Jen is experiencing, but there are two things that absolutely baffle me:
#1. The strange obsession with rating a fetus to the size of a food
A food? I acknowledge that food size is almost universally understood as a convenient unit of measure. But you know what’s also universally recognized and way more precise? The International System of Units. How big is a papaya? What a strangely uncommon fruit choice to use as a measurement comparison. And what about variations in vegetable size? A potato? Potatoes can vary in size considerably. NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT WE EAT FOOD. How big is your unborn child? Oh, about the same size as the apple that you’re chewing on right now. That weirds me out. I’d prefer centimeters and kilograms thankyouverymuch.
#2. 40 weeks isn’t 40 weeks. It’s 38. Stop lying to us OBGYNs across America.
This one bothers me more than it should. According to general practices the age of a fetus is calculated from the end of the menstrual period prior to conception. Typically, conception takes place two weeks into a cycle. That means that at the moment of conception, it (zygote, morula, baby, whatever you want to call it) is ~two weeks old. This is stupid. In a way, one could argue that if you’re a woman within the first two weeks of your cycle you are pregnant. Some websites actually describe the first two weeks as “Pregnant, but not.”
“But wait!” I thought, “Maybe this is just a better safe than sorry method to keep track until the OBGYN can more accurately gauge the age of fetus. It’s gotta be hard to determine exact conception dates, but humanity has developed amazing technologies that do a great job of determining size and progress of an unborn kid! That’s gotta be it. I’m sure it will be updated after the first ultrasound.”
The age in weeks is never corrected. This gross approximation is carried all the way to the delivery room.
At the grocery store this morning we decided to buy some macaroni and cheese – and we opted to splurge for the store brand over the orange ‘great value’ brand.
Is it strange that we splurge for the store brand?