It don't mean Dookie...

I've returned from a friend's recording session where the above lyric was repeated many times. The full lyrics were about sitting on your ass during primary season, being proud our your blog-supplied political views, and how they "don't mean dookie unless you get out and vote." This was done in a Jimmie Rogers style and quite fun to record, but it brought my current situation into sharp focus.

Yes, I'm concerned about our political system giving us only the illusion of choice. Yes, I'm concerned about our culture of consumption and where it is taking our arrogant nation and the world. But mostly I'm worried about being a dad.

Excited too!

The title I chose for the blog refers to a poem from a book of modern verse I grew up with. "Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity" by John Tobias talks about how wonderful, yet unreliable, our memories are. This may be my last chance to write before I am a father. My wife and I are expecting a son any day now. We're just waiting...and cleaning. I hope to explore what fatherhood means to me in a spiritual, emotional, and physical context. However, I plan to write some idealized observations of my life before and after paternity. I'll throw in some discussion of music and movies, as well as my other interests too.

Thanks to B-Dog for the inspiration.