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Kevin just sent me pictures of Noah! At this point, I’m required to do the “proud uncle” thing and display them to the world.

You, of course, are required to expound upon how beautiful and perfect he is, even though at this stage, all children pretty much look like Winston Churchill. ;)

iTunes: “Planet Rock (SwordFish)” by Afrika Bambaataa and the Soulsonic Force from the album Planet Rock Remixes (2001, 7:47).

Many, many congratulations to Kevin, Emily — and Noah Avery Hanscom!

Noah Avery Hanscom was born this morning, the Feast of Sts. Helier, Plechtelm, and/or Steven Harding Tenenan, at 3:56 AM (Memphis time), weighing 7 lbs. 4 oz. Emily and Noah are doing well, and Noah, so far, in his less than a day outside of his mother, seems to have his father’s laid back attitude toward life.

Yay!

iTunes: “Happy Birthday” by Concrete Blonde from the album Free (1989, 2:22).

While I’m sure it wouldn’t be that bad if I did this every day, when I’m used to closing the store down at 9pm and going to bed around 2am, getting up at 5am to open the store in the morning — especially after working the usual closing shift the night before — is not very fun.

What kind of hyperactive overachiever needs to make copies at 7 in the verschluggin morning anyway? Don’t you people sleep?

Okay. Just had to get that out of my system. On the bright side, I’ll be bustin’ out of here at 3 in the afternoon today, which isn’t entirely bad, even if all I’m going to want to do when I get home is take a nap.

Last weekend I got to hang out with by brother on his way down to Oregon, where he’s looking for job and housing possibilities for an upcoming move to Corvallis, where his wife will be going to school. The plan was for us to hang out this weekend too, on his way back to Mississippi — but all that just changed.

Emily started labor last night, and so Kevin just called to let me know that he’s flying back to Mississippi to be there for the birth of his baby! Apparently things are still early in the process — the hospital sent Em home last night after she went in — so chances are good that Kev will be able to be there for the birth.

I’m about to be an uncle. Pretty cool, huh?

iTunes: “Block Rockin’ Beats” by Chemical Brothers, The from the album MTV’s Amp (1997, 5:00).

Every so often when people watch me dance, they get the idea from the way I move that I know at least one form of martial art, and possibly more. One person even came up to me after I left the dance floor at one point and named off no less than seven different forms that he thought I’d had some amount of experience in. As flattering as this was, it amused me, as the extent of my martial arts training so far is a few weeks of karate when I was in my pre-teens.

Still, I like the movements that I see, and have likely incorporated them into how I move when I’m dancing, so it’s not terribly surprising to get comments like that, even if it does make me laugh. I’ve been interested in exploring some form of martial art for quite a few years now, though I’ve yet to have the available time to take classes — having worked swings/nights for around a decade now, I’m usually earning my pay when classes are going on.

Over the years, there have been two martial art forms that have caught my interest, and it was more than a little amusing to see both of them pop up tonight in my daily reads.

First came yet another in the never-ending stream of silly ‘net quizzes: What Martial Art Style Calls to You?

Capoeira is your Way. An African-Brazillian form developed by slaves, Capoeira is a rhythmic, aggresive style known for its dance-like forms and unpredictability.

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I’ve been fascinated with Capoeira for years, likely dating back to the mid-90’s when one roommate or another brought home Only the Strong, which would be your basic cheesy martial arts flick except that it chose to use Capoeira as its signature style.

Originating in Brazil, Capoeira came about when the ruling classes at the time forbade their slaves to practice any form of fighting. To get around the restriction, the fighting style developed from and was incorporated into the slaves’ dancing, resulting in an absolutely beautiful combination of dance and fighting skill. It’s a truly amazing thing to watch if you ever get the chance.

Later on, I read that DeAnna stopped by last weekend’s Asian festival in Seattle’s International district, where she got to witness demonstrations by the Chinese Wushu and Tai Chi academy. Tai Chi is the other of the two styles that I’ve been interested in learnings, and as it turns out, the academy isn’t terribly far away from my apartment. While I don’t currently have evenings free, with any luck that will be changing in the near future, and I just might actually be able to pursue one of the many interests that have been rattling around in my head for quite a few years now.

iTunes: “Tschirm Tschikwirk” by Bigod 20 from the album On the Run (1992, 5:23).

My little brother stopped by yesterday to hang out with Prairie and I for a while on his way down to Corvallis to scout out job and housing options, as he and Emily will be moving there soon after the birth of their baby. We had a fun time visiting for a few hours, playing music, swapping stories, and generally just hanging out. He’ll be back through town next weekend on his way back to Mississippi, too.

Should make for a fun weekend — I mentioned to Shawna (Shauna?), one of the owners of The Vogue, that my brother was coming through town, and she was kind enough to get me a free “admit two” pass to next Saturday night so that I could introduce my hippie-bluegrass-reggae lovin’ brother to the Seattle goth-industrial-new wave scene. Much hilarity should ensue…

iTunes: “Watermelon Man” by Hancock, Herbie from the album Jazz: The Definitive Performances (1973, 6:30).

While much was made about the fancy-shmancy automated self-cleaning public toilets that popped up here in Seattle a few months ago, I’ve yet to actually give one of them a shot myself.

This is primarily because while I’ve seen more than a few people go into them…

…I’ve yet to see someone come out.

I’m convinced that they’re not really toilets at all. They’re population control. Self-contained extermination booths. The fifteen minutes that are allowed? That’s actually how long it takes for the acid showers to dissolve everything down to the bones, after which the floor opens and drops any bits that couldn’t be eaten away (watches, fillings, jewelry, etc.) down to a collection bin to be distributed to pawn shops throughout the city.

Or then again, maybe I’m just paranoid.

iTunes: “A Deeper Love (Underground Club)” by Clivillés and Cole from the album Pride (In the Name of Love) (1991, 6:00).