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Wow.  Today was hard.  I don’t know if it’s because I’m a new dad, or if it’s the sheer horror, but I have not been this stunned since 9/11.

This morning in the beatific little town of Newtown, Connecticut, 20yr old Adam Lanza shot and killed his mother, then drove her car to the elementary school where she taught kindergarten, and killed 7 more adults and 20 children before taking his own life.  Twenty children.  Reports conflict, but indicate he used a .22 rifle and had two semi-automatic handguns in the car.  All were legally purchased, the two handguns by his mother.

Where do you start with that?  How do you wrap your brain around what might possibly motivate someone to enter a classroom, point a rifle at 5 year olds and start shooting?  We feel we understood Columbine – disgruntled teens acting out against their peers.  We imagine the same must be true of the Colorado theater shooting.  But this defies understanding.  This young man was clearly down a very deep, dark, lonely hole.  Some sources say he had Asperger’s.

As soon as the details started coming out of Newtown, the cry went up for gun control.  If only it were that simple.  Don’t get me wrong – I firmly believe fewer guns means fewer shootings.  But the guns are here.  It doesn’t matter how strict you make the law, there is almost one gun for every man, woman and child in America.  Most of those guns are legally owned and not likely to exit just because you’ve suddenly changed the rules.  So while I think it does need to happen, and right now, I don’t think it’s going to fix anything in the next twenty years or so.  What then can we do?  The answer is so painfully obvious that you know conservatives (read Republicans) won’t stand for it.

I don’t say that to ruffle feathers.  This deserves to be way bigger than party lines.  But very simply, economic conservatives don’t want to pay for universal health care.  That means there is no public money to treat those who most need it.  Those who most pose a threat to the rest of us.  Until that fatally short-sighted perspective changes, there will still be 185 times as many gunshot fatalities in the States as the next closest country.  Like gun rights proponents are fond of saying, guns don’t kill people (which is asinine), people kill people.  Perhaps unintentionally, they do have a point.  Treat the problem, not the symptom.  This poses a real quandary for conservatives.  They want their guns, but are unwilling to pay into a system that would all but prevent getting shot by them. handguns

As food for thought, 22 children were stabbed by a knife-wielding adult in China today.  No fatalities.

So it’s been a long day.  We’ve had some tears (mine came in tandem with the President’s) and a lot of hugs.  I’m fighting a cold but couldn’t help holding on to Avery longer than is prudent.  Hope she doesn’t pay for my emotion.

We’ve been trying to take a good family photo for Christmas, and we thought we’d do that today to see if that could help us get some perspective.  It at least provided a distraction for a while.

Then it pops into your head that all those parents probably had all their Christmas shopping done, and returning those gifts is going to be hell.

I will probably avoid the news for a week or so.

If you are interested in having (or maintaining) an open mind the next time gun control comes up in conversation, here are some thought provoking and unbiased stats about mass shootings in the US.

Man, we were having such a great week, weren’t we?  I’m going to save all that until tomorrow.  It doesn’t belong in this post.

Hug your kids.  Talk about it, but keep it at their level.  Hug your neighbours and their kids.  Look them all in the eye and reassure them that we’re all in this together.

Now is a terrific time to reach out.  Not just in solidarity, but because somewhere out there are people that desperately need our help.

Pepper & Jo

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Tellin’ it how it is, Emerso

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Kids, dudes.  I can’t tell you the deal here.  I read this out of the corner of my eye while walking down Park Ave, and assumed this must be the coolest Irish church ever.  You know, abandoning all pretence and such for the honesty in booze.  But no. It was a church with pretence.  The five year old in charge of filling out the signage, on the other hand, has the pretence of a… five year old.  A drunk one.  I am dying to know what constitutes worshine, and if I’ve ever inadvertently committed it.  One needs to be aware.  You know, lest one inadvertently worshipe.

The Fuel planning session was modified in stream, as it happens.  Extenuating circumstances and such.  Most of the allotted time was spent on Madison, she who is never shy about taking advantage of whatever time she can get her hands on.  I like that about her.  She has ambition.  Like you would not believe.  So she got some attention, and it was good.  Fuel planning, in the complete 2013 sense, is still lacking.  I’ll clarify – we know what we want to do, but it needs structure.  We have the technology.  We can rebuild hims.  It’ll happen.  Might not be ’til January now, but that’s acceptable.  This last year, for various reasons, didn’t get planned out ’til April.  Turned out alright.  We just have higher aspirations.

So Lee and I attended the Canadian Consulate in New York‘s recognition of Barb Stegemann and her role in representing Women in Leadership.  Nothing half assed about it – this lady walked into Afghanistan and offered heroin poppy growers a cash crop alternative, and she’s turning the results into perfumery gold.  Lord & Taylor just picked her up in New York, and she’s pretty much global in 2013.  I’m wearing three of her scents right now.  sigh.  The one on my neck is quite fetching.  The one on my left wrist is on the official “buy for wife” list.  If you don’t understand the world’s obsession with the cloying old classics, and you’re ready for something not just new but the fragrance equivalent of landing on Mars, you need to get this in your nose.

It was really great to see Canada recognize an entrepreneur.  Doubly so that it was a woman and in New York.  This lady sees opportunity to change lives on a national scale, one family at a time, offering real incentive for farmers to be true to their own beliefs and still be relevant in the global market.  In Afghanistan.  And Iran.  And Haiti.  This is treating the problem at the source, rather than picking at the symptomatic scabs.  With her on board, the War on Drugs seems pitifully short sighted.  Standing O for this lady, please.  She sells perfume, and it’s changing lives that will one day change national governments.  How awesome is that.

So it was neat to be there for the Consul General in New York to express his appreciation and admiration for this dynamic lady.  Very cool.

While we were there we talked to a fella who used to write national TV ads, and now writes off Broadway plays, and to the lady behind Sniffapalooza, who is very excited about my family journey with Avery and Marjorie.  Evidently she used to be an agent, so was intrigued to hear about our adventures in Banff and in seeking a network thus far.  We will be talking in more depth with both these fine folk.

After we left (long after the ugly lights had booted us to the curb, Barb included), we wondered if we should have made more of a ruthless effort to stay in circulation, talking to as many people as possible, but we realize that we excel at maximizing moments.  If we are destined to be here right now, don’t go pressuring us to be over there starting from ones.  Let’s see where this goes.  It’s what got us on the VIP list at this shindig in the first place (thank you, Ms Malleau).  Anyone in the movie biz will tell you, it’s about the personal connection.  Who you know.  Having the freedom to explore those relationships with the attention they deserve is a luxury I don’t think many industries afford.  And maybe we’ll find that our own industry demands less intuition and more calculation, but I’m content to let that revelation happen when it needs to happen.  I really like the idea of looking back on my accomplishments and saying I made it by being good at what I do and fun to be around.

#canadaNY, btw, is four small rooms designed entirely around people shuffling about whilst discussing affairs of state while nibbling canapes and waiting for drinks.  There’s a grand piano that serves as a handy surface for displaying framed photos of past dignitaries, including Mulroney, which for me was weird but unsurprising given the current regime.  While I liked both the Consular General and the Assistant thereof, I couldn’t help but wonder what the place would have been like under Trudeau, or some other likewise qualified rockstar politician.

Anyway, the evening was fun.  People came up to ask us 1) is wearing a tie over a t-shirt the current fashion rage in New York and 2) is wearing a tie over a t-shirt the current fashion rage in Canada.  Great conversation starter.  Also not true on both accounts.  Give ’em time.  They’ll catch up.  That’s how we roll.

Tomorrow we get Barb (and her husband) all to ourselves.  I’m totally looking forward to it.  This is the pond in which we swim, and I dig it.

p.s. we had her in stitches with @BeepGodCalling.  You should check that business out.

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Dada & Avery read a book.

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Dada & Avery read a book.

There’s your Christmas spirit.  Just hanging out, telling stories.  I’d say reading a book, but it was more like eating a book.  She’s just now able to get the object of her desire to her mouth, so long as she uses her entire body to do it.  So she’s a drool monkey, but she’s getting uber abs at the same time.  If it were me I could probably live with that.

She doesn’t really care for lying down if it can be helped.  She wants to sit up and chat with the big folk.  And sometimes she has to tell the whole story.  I could not tell you what it’s actually about, but it sounds very exciting.

I’m excited just watching her.  She’s ravenous for experience, drinking it all in.  You can see the wheels spinning, the gears clicking.  If you happen to be looking at her when she has a new experience, you can see her tiny eyebrows go up.  Record record record.  Now is probably not too soon to start watching the language.  And the tv programming choices.  And possibly wearing pants.

Odd.  I just paused my typing.  It seems very quiet.  The Chaos team would have a chuckle at my expense here.  Is it my fault I type with authority?  Is it such a bad thing?  Maybe if you’re a keyboard.  Or trying to sleep.

Mum & Avery at the Museum?

 

Are my girls at some fancy museum on the Upper East Side?  No, but I can certainly understand why you’d think so.  That’s our living room.  Yes, it’s true.  No, we didn’t hire a decorator.  I just dabble in photography and we found a nice place to do canvas mounting.  If you’re very nice I might tell you where we had it done.

And yes, they really are my girls.  My beloved wife for life, Marjorie, is the taller one there, and the little snuggle bear is Avery Peppermint, my daughter.  She’s… 14 weeks now?  I think?  15?  Time to shift the count to months.  This time next week she’ll be three months old, and officially through her fourth trimester.  I cannot imagine how bored to tears she would be if she were still cooped up in the womb.

Today’s side project was clearing out the second bedroom.  Avery’s room slash my office.  Space is always at a premium in New York, so since moving in we’ve had a few boxes on the floor full of stuff that just did not have a home.  Still doesn’t, but drastic measures needed to be taken so we can pack for the trip.  Do not open the closet.  Do.  Not.

A wise man would go to bed right now.  So I will imitate the wise man, and everyone will think I’m wise.  Big day tomorrow.  I need the brain for planning and the awesome for being… awesome.  Sleep is a good idea.

 

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