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As I get older, I don't put two and two together as well as I did in the past. My birthday is coming up next week; I never realized the reason the Folks were coming over for lunch was due to that. It was, after all, just Friday that I realized I'll be 36 in less than a week, and I brushed it off with a smile.

All of that to say that entering the period at which mid-life crises sometimes crop up has not caused any hiccups. I'm getting older; hopefully I can add "wiser."

Fatter would be more likely, with cakes like this:

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One candle for every six years
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Poppy seed and apple cake -- no flour.

Afterward, it was gift time, and knowing Nana and Papa, that means more shop equipment. This time, a table saw,

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which almost broke my toe when a part slipped out while unpacking and landed on my poor, unprotected foot. Fortunately, K caught the moment.

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I couldn't wait to take it downstairs, of course, and that was a bit of a mistake. It was tough getting it into the basement. Maybe we could have just left it in the living room -- modern art.

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K bought me a couple of CDs, including Little Girl Blue, Nina Simone's debut recording of 1957. Strong stuff: "I Loves You Porgy," "Love Me or Leave Me," opening with a great cover of Ellington's "Mood Indigo."

L gave me kisses and screams.

A good day over all.

K, L, Nana, Papa, thank you all.

Celebration I

It’s clean-up time now, but the party was a success — and so was the extinguishing of the candles.

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More to come.

Party Preparation

Later today, L will celebrate her second birthday party. Her birthday is not until Tuesday, but one doesn't have parties on Tuesdays. We've been practicing: thank you, happy birthday to you (which comes out "happy to you"), dziekuje, sto lat, blowing out candles, and so on.

Last night, K baked a cake, as I did some touch-up work on our new door.

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The cake, when finished, was quite a masterpiece:

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Today, we tried blowing up some balloons, but L was a bit wary:

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Right now, she's asleep. "When you wake up," I told her, "It'll be time for 'Happy to you!'"

I'm surprised she even managed to go to sleep.

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"You Say It's Your Birthday"

Well, it's my birthday too...

When I was leaving for Polska the first time, my parents played a little joke on me. I had an old, almost-working laptop that I was planning on taking, and one day, Mom came to me and said she'd bought me a battery for my laptop. "I don't know if it will work with yours or not, but..."

I looked at it and thought, "Oh dear. Mom's wasted money. I hope she can take it back." But I gratefully thanked her and said, "Well, you might be right. I don't know if it will work with that old lap top." At which time Dad blindsided me, putting a new laptop on my lap and saying, "It'll work with this one."

They did it again.

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Piła

This time, with a saw and goggles.

"Dad's always wanted one of those," Mom/Nana said.

"I guess he has one now," I said, "With a place to store it."

Dziadek was equally impressed, but declared that it was not for a beginner like me. Probably not, but I'll learn.

The Party

Three hundred sixty-five days pass in a flash. Graduated development means that L seems to be walking almost as soon as she begins turning over. She's gone from barely noticing attention to enjoying being the center of it -- a perfect description of Sunday, L's birthday.

K baked a cake and cooked some lunch (I helped with the latter); we bought some decorations; and we invited some friends over (mainly our friends -- L is a bit short on friends right now).

L having finished her first year means that I have to stop dumping all our photos of her into the "LMS First Year" Flickr photo set. It means that, while we'll continue measuring in months for some time, we can now begin talking about L's age in years.

For L it simply meant a time of presents and cake. She enjoyed the former but didn't get much of a taste of the latter.

For us, it was the first of many reminders of how fast time passes. It brought to mind Malvina Reynold's "Turn Around"

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two, turn around and you're four
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny, turn around and you're grown
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're the young girl going out of the door

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?

Nanci Griffith has a good version:

V’s Birthday Party

30th Birthday Party

30th Birthday Party

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I am now twenty-eight years old. Two years to thirty; twelve years to forty. I guess it’s not a big deal, but still — I’m not where I thought I’d be at this point in my life.

So last night was my birthday party — a lot of people came, but several were absent: Vidiya (sp?) and her friend weren’t here; Beth didn’t come; Charles and his date were no-shows, as were Kiki and Jason. But lots did come: Steve (the first to arrive), Marlon, Leesha, and (Uncle) Bob, Matt, Armando, Tiffany and Dave, Adam and Rob. I enjoyed myself, I must admit. And I got some cool presents — Marlon gave me a meerschaum cigar holder and an Arturo Fuente to smoke in it; Dave and Tiffany gave me a slinky; Matt brought me a coffee table book about — guess — coffee, and some chocolate-covered espresso beans. And Chhavi’s friend from school Sheena and her boyfriend Bill gave me a big box of about six rolls of film.

I also got some really cool cards. Tiffany and Dave’s reads, “A big expensive gift is what I wanted to get you for your birthday,” and then you open it to read, “But I work at the same place you do, remember?” Steve’s card had a nun on the front saying, “Celebrate your birthday however you like!” and it continues on the inside, “You’re going to burn in hell anyway,” to which Steve added, “Tell us something we don’t know, sister!” And in his card Armando wrote, “You’re still a long way from 40 . . . but it’s turning 30 that’s scary!”

It was, in general, a really good evening. A lot of people showed up later than I was expecting, but enough people did eventually show up that it wasn’t an uncomfortably small party. That was something of a concern for me at first, as it was at Chhav’s party.

The food was a big hit. Marlon of course ate a ton of the bigos — I’d fixed it for him once before when Chhav was out of town and we watched Natural Born Killers that evening, so I knew he’d like it. Uncle Bob, though, was all over that. He had about five helpings, I think. Armando said the bigos actually reminded him of certain kinds of French cuisine.

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First Birthday in Poland

People have been giving me birthday presents all day. First, IA gave me a stuffed mouse, some cologne, and a rose. Then IB gave me a hug stuffed elephant and a generous bunch of flowers. Danuta gave me a wonderful box of candy and a hug. Kinga came over with a plant, some chocolate, and a bag of potato chips. When it was all said and done, I was left bewildered that so many took the time out of their day to be so generous.

I hope I can remember this when I get down on this whole thing. It shows that I am making a difference, or at least I choose to view it as such. They at least like me . . . and that goes a long way in making learning a more enjoyable process.

The phone adventures continue: I have to pay 400 zł by Wednesday if I want my phone turned on. This is ridiculous. No one ever said a single word about this. What is so ridiculous is that this money is payment in advance for telephone use. So I don’t even have a working phone and yet I have a 400 zł phone bill. I don’t have the money, and I won’t have it for a while. It’s glupi.

C told me the nature of Mark Ahlseen’s response: “You are confusing economics and ethics.” This is a ridiculous and in fact impossible categorization. One cannot say that ethics and science or ethics and economics are different categories. Ethics is present in all aspects of life, and to deny this is silly.

In defense of my position, I offer the following example: Hitler is a business man with a belief that Jews are ruining his business. He forms an organization–no, this is not what I want to say. I’ll try again.

Suppose that Hitler had incorporated the Nazi party. Now its only responsibility (according to Ahlseen’s line of thinking) is to make money. Determining that the Jews are a liability to this one responsibility, Nazi Inc. decides to take active measures to increase its shareholders’ profits by eliminating Jews. But we cannot make a moral judgment because this would be mixing business and ethics.

Now this is a ridiculous and far-fetched example, but no doubt you made a moral judgment concerning this. In this exceptional case, as it is so very far-fetched, you mixed ethics and economics. My point is simple: How do you know when an example/situation is too far fetched. How do you decide when it is a–oh, this isn’t working either.

The point I shall try to make is simple: One cannot compartmentalize life so simply. To try to remove all ethical consideration from something, to say, “This is economics, not ethics,” is to run a great risk. This renders abortion immune to moral consideration because it is a matter of medicine, not ethics. The linguist who wants to see where language comes from by isolating infants from human contact to see if they develop their own language is free from moral judgment because this is a matter of linguistics, not ethics. The biologist who wants to experiment on fertilized human eggs can do so with no thought [to] whether it is right or wrong because, after all, it’s a matter of reproductive biology, not ethics.

Ethics is not an isolated science which only Dr. Rohr has any knowledge about. While Dr. Moyer might have a highly elevated knowledge of biology when compared to the average King student, Dr. Rohr on a practical level is just the same as everyone concerning ethics. He knows a great deal about the theory of ethics, but not any more about the practice of ethics. Okay, this hit a wall too.

Ethics is not a science in the same way economics or biology is. While not everyone can understand or carry out complex microbiological experiments or analyze the insurance market in Austria to make predictions for the next year, everyone practices ethics. This is because ethics is simply the process of deciding what is right and wrong. Ethical theories, whether prescriptive or descriptive, are simply attempts to define clearly this process.

We make ethical decisions all the time. Some are minor (“Do I flip that guy off for cutting me off?”); some are major (“Should I have this abortion?”) but we are making them daily. In fact, I would argue that when we act we have already decided (except in moments of irrational haste) that our action is right, thereby engaging in an ethical consideration. When the businessman decides to build a factory in Guatamal, he as already decided it is morally acceptable. (He might not have given it much conscious thought, but it is a moral decision. when we act, we do so under the assumption that we are in the right. To do otherwise is literally unconsciously.

I am tired of this. When the time comes, I will respond . . .

While not everyone is a microbiologist, we are all ethical philosophers on a daily basis.

“Corporations’ only responsibility is to make money.” This premise operates under the faulty assumption that corporations are autonomous entities, which they are not. They are groups of people operating with a common goal, and therefore they can be held accountable for their decisions and actions. If not, it’s a good thing that Stalin, Hitler, and Karadzic were leaders of political parties instead of [corporate executive officers].

My response will run something like that. I anticipate his argument to consist of those two pointless: ethics and economics are two different things, and corporations only have to make money. So I must show that it is impossible to remove the thread of ethics rom live, and that corporations . . .

People have responsibilities (moral obligations), corporations don’t. If people and corporations are the same thing, then corporations do not have moral obligations. but this must mean corporations are not people . . .

Oh, give it a rest for now . . .