Shocked and Awed

I think I'm suppose to be writing about why I decided to blog, but I currently have a more pressing moment to share. This might be a little disjointed writing as I'm still in some what of disbelief. My son, the eldest of the two, the one that when first born shred a light of un-contained joy onto me, has, well... Done it again. This evening, while exploring the adventures to be had on the official bob the builder website, I decided I would introduce my son to the power that can be bestowed upon one when using a wireless laser mouse. I took his small hand, which now only just extends past my own palm, and rested it between the mouse and myself. As I moved around the web site his arm laid limp allowing him to feel the graceful glide of a well crafted piece of techno-machinery. When pressing the left mouse button I could feel the pressure that was being applied to his little finger and we harmoniously 'clicked' together . It was a joyful moment that was meant to be shared with parent and son. A time that would keep my smiling for the rest of the night and the next day.

Honestly, though, I didn't expect much more from him other than letting me control his hand and smash his finger. It was quite a moment of shock and awe when he took over the controls and successfully maneuvered the mouse to the virutal paint can of his choice. Watching this little guy, not even 3 years old handle a mouse better than some adults I've seen was a mind blowing experience. I assumed that fatigue and frustration would quickly settle in as his little hand struggled to place the cursor in small precise positions, but he continued to work and thrive at his new skill. Myself on the other hand, not being allowed to participate, tired and then retired to a chair near the computer. It was a good 1/2 hour longer before I made him call it quits and get ready for bed. Wow, my son the power user. What's next?

It's cool cause it's electronic

I'll have to admit now, I've never been much of a fan or writing; In particular diaries. Diaries to me were one of those dreaded 'required items` that you were forced to do back in 8th grade. I can't count how many times I was told, "10 years later you'll enjoy looking back and reading what you thought about when you were 13". Well, it's been well over 10 years since 8th grade and after stumbling across my assigned diary (which my mom held on to) I can say it wasn't too exciting. Most days were 1 sentence thoughts or comments like, "I hung out today and listened to music." Am I wrong, or was reading that dreadfully boring?

I kinda made a false statement. While I use to not be a fan of writing, in more recent years I've actually come to enjoy writing...in the electronic form. Emails are so often considered the destroyer of the english language and more so the destructor of the art form. To me it's been my savor. Sure I imagine those first few hundred or so emails were relatively crude, but in many ways they were my first attempts at true writing. It wasn't for some school assignment, It was writing for one's self. I know I still over use commas in my sentences, and I'm still not sure when to use ";", though I think I'm getting better at understanding when the semi-colon comes to play; at least I think so...that probably wasn't the right time. A friend interduced me to "..." and I have a love relationship with it now, but realize I need to make it a friendship instead.

Maybe I enjoy writing now because I'm older. I know I didn't enjoy history through out my educational career, but as time passes I'm more and more cursious to how history has gotten us where we are now. I might also enjoy writing because it's eletronic. I'm sure that if email was in some analog form, that required the use of a *gulp* pen or pencil, I would have passed on the concept all together; but come on, it's on a computer and I can't deny my inner-nerd the chance to play.

Now that I think about it, it's definitely because it's electronic. cool.

"Great Nathaniel, you email so why do the blog?" good question, this post was ment to answer that very question, but since I kinda started on the wrong topic I'll try again, tomorrow....or some time...this year; I think.