i’ve written & ranted before about kids’ programming in the past, mostly about grumpy old takes on the new (vapid, pandering brain-killers) vs the classic (hilarious, fantastic, subversive gems) in kids’ shows.
i can’t decide if this proves or disproves my theories (that the specialization, in terms of developmental-appropriateness, etc., along with the evolving purposes of kids’ tv time, have led to a present-day situation where most grown-ups wouldn’t want to bother actually spending time with their kids enjoying a program; not to mention the escapist hell of vanilla, straight-edge, politically-correct subject content), but it’s my 3 year-old’s new favorite:
and, there’s pingu:
the most requested video around these parts today:
well. along dance-theme lines, this was also popular among the 3 year old set:
isn’t that soundtrack (to 1985’s white nights, featuring mikhail baryshnikov, helen mirren, gregory hines, and a pre-blue velvet isabella rosallini) fantastic? sort of a passionate russian tom waits. it’s vladimir vysotsky. here’s more of the bard:
someone at work said they were listening to the radio the other day. (you know, top 40 with annoying-as-hell sound effects and reverb-heavy commentary by announcers on speed?) apparently, there was some clever call-in question about whether women can possibly be pregnant and hot at the same time. that conversation quickly turned into a laugh-fest about how gross it is to see a preggo wearing a bikini.
here’s some vintage south american charm to put a sock in that discussion:
this is the scoop on the photo (according to hot, pregnant, aussie blogger anna):
Brazilian actress called Leila Diniz, who in the 60’s during a time of repression shocked the entire country by showing her baby belly in a bikini. Apparently she was considered vulgar by women of her time, but I think she looks beautiful and so calm in this image, which became a symbol of feminine revolution in Brazil.
as the state anticipates a new little citizen in march, we found this recent british study hilarious:
some particularly insightful gleamings:
Many an exhausted mum has suspected her husband of pretending to be asleep when baby cries in the middle of the night.
But the man really is firmly in the Land of Nod, say researchers.
While a baby’s sobbing is the number one sound most likely to wake up a woman, it doesn’t even figure in the male top ten.
Car alarms, howling wind and a buzzing fly are the prime noises guaranteed to disturb a man’s sleep.
a buzzing fly?!
the other interesting bit was that a baby’s cry was the number one reason women’s sleep was interrupted – whether or not they were mothers.
those little creatures certainly are effective at getting what they need…
this morning, i was (again) disappointed to hear the latest on congress’ limp-wristed attempts at health reform, and (again) wished pain & suffering on joe the leiberman (ny times story here on how joe is now fighting a medicare expansion he himself suggested; bbc reporting here on real health-care comparisons internationally).
later, my 3 year old and i were watching a schoolhouse rocks collection, and i was (again) shocked at some of the propagandistic schlock they put on that show! specifically, “i’m just a bill”:
i still have a huge soft-spot for blind melon’s cover of “3 is the magic number,” but when it comes to the health care debate and what it shows of our dear nation’s political process, i hope the kids are studying the simpsons,Vodpod videos no longer available.
and not cute bits of historical revision (school house).
Filed under: -of harrisonburg, -of jhumphrey, -of kiddos, -of localism
where is the best street in town to trick or treat?
not ours. you might remember our controversial post from last year.
(today, as i walked by that friendly neighbor’s house, i was sorely tempted to place a jack o’ lantern on the front stoop. see how effective their anti-halloween/demon/devil message was? i feel changed.)
in seattle, it was 19th ave. on capitol hill. those fine rich folks passed out full-sized candy bars. and bonus candy if you had a hand-made costume.
and harrisonburg? i’m thinking along the lines of where to take a 3 year old for a one-street, 30-min, halloween bonanza experience. let’s hear the suggestions…
baby roos were just purchased as the fall new shoes for our resident 3 year old:
he’ll be stashing pebbles and feathers in his tiny shoe pocket instead of the traditional condom, thankfully.
i’m finding myself jealous of these sweet red sneaks…