Musing with granola

I am eating the best granola right now, with yogurt. One of Good Eats recipes. I used to watch that show. Haven't seen it in ages.

Rob is watching one of the Lord of the Ring movies. Again. How many times can a single person watch the same movie before his brain starts to shut down from lack of new stimuli?

Thinking about that man that got shot by a police officer the other day. The reactions are a bit much. I think the aboriginal community feels so unheard about so much that when a situation like this arises it is no longer just about the situation but about everything that happened over the last 500 years. Kind of like when you're arguing with your spouse over something that happened today and then suddenly you find yourself bringing up things that have happened over your history together.

The trouble is, as valid as their views on discrimination are, it does not mean that this officer is racist, and it does not mean that this act was avoidable. And when assumptions are made, it tends to make people less likely to listen to their valid concerns and more likely to dismiss them as reactionary.

So many people have said he was a good kid. Who steals cars. And mugs people. And comes after a cop with a screwdriver. He just fell in with the wrong crowd. Apparently the people in the wrong crowd never get in the paper. You don't hear any mothers say, "Yeah, he was one of the wrong crowd. Led a whole bunch of other youths into crime. Bad influence all around."

I've always had a bit of a problem with the whole "There are no bad kids" philosophy. It doesn't seem to mesh with orthodox theology too well. Can't say that, though. Very bad to say that. Guess I'm bad. No wait, I'm good! I mean I understand where it's coming from. I don't want my kids thinking, "I'm bad." But at some point it seems to turn unrealistic, a lack of acknowledgement that we all have destructive tendencies that need to be curbed in order to be civilized. (I can't wait to hear Bev's reply. I know it's coming.)

Conor only sleeps well when he's right beside me. The crib is right beside my bed, but that 2 feet makes all the difference in the world. He sleeps quite soundly if he is near me. In his crib he wakes up so often that I don't get any sleep. So for the most part I don't try moving him back in once he wakes up and bfs. While I am a fan of bed-sharing, I have to admit, I'm a little concerned about how to help him be able to sleep without me.