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This is Nuts! - with Chocolate

In a world where it is illegal to bring nuts to preschool - they may be life threatening - it is good to know that today is World Nutella Day. As with most international brands, the US recipe it too sweet which covers the niche nut-chocolate flavor. You get the best quality in Italy; Austrian and German are OK. I will serve Crepes filled with Nutella tonight - will see if it is a "go" with M. (she's 5 and prefers my homemade jam)

Recipe to follow.

Leave a comment if you want to come over and try ...

Killing Flies to make TV screens?

Here's a novel concept for next-gen TV sets. My 4 year old daughter learned in school that flies have compound eyes and see the world in pixels, similar to the little dots you can see on a TV screen when you look really closely. So I took my 10x loupe to allow her to explore the TV screen in detail.

What really concerned her was if people kill flies to make TV sets. Based on the information she has available, this is a reasonable question. Why not use technology available in nature to build devices. She probably has not - yet - considered the potential for interactive TV, gesture control, and targeted advertising when every pixel on a TV screen can see what you do in front of the screen.

The creative potential when not limited by preconceived ideas is amazing..


At the Pool

After multiple requests to extend my blog int the daddy-blog space: "you will be sooo successful, everyone will ready you", I'll give it a try. Today at the pool. Watching Miriam. A little girl, still a bit wobbly on her feet, young enough and good looking enough to get away with running around topless even in puritan America runs to the pool edge, jumps-falls into the water, her little body sinks under the water surface, her face down, she doesn't move, wiggles her arms around, sinks deeper, her head under the water, bubbles, wiggling arms, no movement....comes up gasping for air...face down in the water again, sinking to the bottom of the pool...coming up with the toy she has been diving for, swimming to the steps to climb out on her wobbly feet, runs to the edge and jumps in again.

What do I do? She's probably the better swimmer.

Is there a Zamp in my Memory?

The evening ritual had settled in to first read Dr. Seuss: There's a Zamp in My Lamp while sitting on the bed so she could pull, rotate and wiggle all the different tabs in the book and then I would move to the leather chair to sit under the reading lamp and continue with my reading of Combray while she searches for the bist place and the best position to sleep, rolling around to feel the energy of the ever square inch, much in the way Castaneda describes it in the Teachings of Don Juan. Marcel Proust A la recherche du temps perdu

The German paperback edition I am reading is uttely disappointing in its print quality, yet she likes the three heavy volumes that give her a feeling of the 4194 pages (I am confident that we're through before she leaves for college, we have at least another 15 years to go) ahead of us.

While reading to her, I'm asking myself what the Proust's Narrateur would have thought of Dr. Seuss and if reading Cat in thew Hat or hat in the Cat would have releaved him from the terrible pain of going to bed. Did Seuss read Proust? The strange mixture of these orthogonal approaches to the ghosts that surround us, that are part of our house, our life creates an experience, a memory that may well be independent from the actual text by telling a story of movable paper tabs and a stream of vaguely comprehensible words in excessively long sentences. At 3 1/2 it is hard for her to explain why she likes Proust or Seuss but they are both important to us as a way to tell a new story.