Fine Structure
Yesterday Tom from jackpinesavage.blogspot.com dropped by (Steph is now a degreed PA via UNE) -- he hasn't had a lot of time-on-target with Jonah since MB's primary race a year ago -- and Jonah said "Hi Tom" after the cue-prompt that "this person's name is." Tom notices Jonah's development like time-lapse photography. He's one of the few people I've complete confidence that he can just drop into the river of time with Sam and Jonah (lyrics from Bill Miller's Raven in the Snow) and simply be comfortably wet. Tom's doing 'casts, studio recorded indy singles from the Twin Cities, and as a label owner, the DRM problem is solved. Kwel.
This morning's dose of public radio happy-babble-chat had someone nattering on about a colorful Cal-Tech physicist and without thinking I said "Richard Feynman" and went on about making Jonah's lunch. After waving Jonah off for another day of ABA I started the morning's ritual of post-Jonah clean-up -- a tupperware by the door is actually part of a sequence of objects -- a lego mountain, a foam book, (Sam's beloved first language tool, post-diagnosis, "what does a pig say?" "snort"), a VCR clamshell ("Free Willy"), three wooden letter squares (duck, monkey, eagle) neatly sandwiched together, and the repurposed tupperware. Jonah leaves fine structure everywhere. On my todo list is setting Rich Charette's "Toad Motel" lyrics in TeX, so I can print them for Jonah and Sam. Jonah can sight read now and he sings "bagles and bugs" and "bacon an eggs with 'pider legs" to me when I work in the kitchen, and I expect I'll decode more of his speech as I type out the lyrics and think about Jonah's sequences of phonemes. Sam's partial to "pesky mosquitos" and "oh yuck", so the CD is a big hit chez nous.