Skip to main content

Dance Party

I was working on the computer in my home office when Owen sauntered in and asked if he could listen to my headphones. I took them off and gave them to him in the middle of the song "Connie" by El Ten Eleven. Owen listened for a bit and began to nod his head to the beat. Then he said, "Daddy, this is my favorite song."

We then decided to "put the song on the speakers" and have a dance party. Marcus joined in and Mommy captured the moment on video. Dance parties are much more enjoyable than data reduction...

Comments

Karin said…
What a great moment! I wish I had stuff like this from my childhood to look back at. They're both so into the dancing!
jcom said…
Love when Marcus looks at the camera and smiles!
Amy P said…
totally love Owen's little RiverDance thing going on there at the beginning.
love catching up on the photos & dance parties! u guys are rad xo
Owen's got a nice haircut. I'm glad to see you have not taught him how to dance more like an indie rocker, i.e., hands in his pockets, minimal lower body movement-perhaps tapping of the right heel,and the obligatory i'm-too-smart-and-eccentric-and-self-aware-to-cut-loose head bob.
Amy P said…
I also just noticed that it was El Ten Eleven...what is WITH YOU and bands and songs with numbers in the name?
mama mia said…
This looks like the kind of happy dance that a class of 3-6 year olds may wish to replicate on the day of the inauguration...I see a dance party in the making...Owen will model for the class the correct Michael Flatly form with added tongue position for concentration and breathing effectiveness and we will be rocking to a new sound and new hope for the future in Room 10 on Tuesday. Hope the district website lets me access mahalo.not.trash so we can view and celebrate in wonderful Johnson style. Plus, Nonna just loves to dance, and the boys keep showing me new moves...hope my knees hold out!

Popular posts from this blog

back-talk begins

me: "owen, come here. it's time to get a new diaper" him, sprinting down the hall with no pants on: "forget about it!" he's quoting benny the rabbit, a short-lived sesame street character who happens to be in his favorite "count with me" video. i'm turning my head, trying not to let him see me laugh, because his use and tone with the phrase are so spot-on.

The Long Con

Hiding in Plain Sight ESPN has a series of sports documentaries called 30 For 30. One of my favorites is called Broke  which is about how professional athletes often make tens of millions of dollars in their careers yet retire with nothing. One of the major "leaks" turns out to be con artists, who lure athletes into elaborate real estate schemes or business ventures. This naturally raises the question: In a tightly-knit social structure that is a sports team, how can con artists operate so effectively and extensively? The answer is quite simple: very few people taken in by con artists ever tell anyone what happened. Thus, con artists can operate out in the open with little fear of consequences because they are shielded by the collective silence of their victims. I can empathize with this. I've lost money in two different con schemes. One was when I was in college, and I received a phone call that I had won an all-expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas. All I needed to d

Reader Feedback: Whither Kanake in (white) Astronomy?

Watching the way that the debate about the TMT has come into our field has angered and saddened me so much. Outward blatant racism and then deflecting and defending. I don't want to post this because I am a chicken and fairly vulnerable given my status as a postdoc (Editor's note: How sad is it that our young astronomers feel afraid to speak out on this issue? This should make clear the power dynamics at play in this debate) .  But I thought the number crunching I did might be useful for those on the fence. I wanted to see how badly astronomy itself is failing Native Hawaiians. I'm not trying to get into all of the racist infrastructure that has created an underclass on Hawaii, but if we are going to argue about "well it wasn't astronomers who did it," we should be able to back that assertion with numbers. Having tried to do so, well I think the argument has no standing. At all.  Based on my research, it looks like there are about 1400 jobs in Hawaii r