February 14, 2009
Well, the question of Schrödinger’s Baby has been answered. Wyatt’s going to have a little brother, a partner-in-crime to keep our lives interesting.
February 5, 2009
Some of you may know the story of Schrödinger’s Cat. From a quantum mechanics standpoint, it’s a story about indeterminacy. I.e. given a specific limited number of states under which we cannot know an outcome, the idea of whether the outcome really exists is not known — is the cat alive, dead, in both states, or neither? From a philosophical standpoint, it’s often used as a statement about the reliability of knowledge. I.e. from the standpoint of humanity, the cat is neither alive nor dead until the box is opened. (Note — I’m deliberately oversimplifying here).
But today, I apply it to a very specific issue…
On the table is an envelope. Inside the envelope is a business card. On the business card is written whether the baby my wife is carrying is a boy or a girl. We haven’t opened the envelope — and won’t for a few more days.
So what is the sex of Baby W? From our point of view, there is no knowledge. So for at least a few more days, this is Schrödinger’s Baby.
The Unrepentant Individual linked with It’s A Boy!
February 4, 2009
Those who were reading this blog in early 2005, when I explained why I was leaving California, and in early 2007, when I explained why I was returning, understand that I’ve got a serious love-hate relationship with this state. It’s expensive, it’s crowded, the taxes are terrible, I’m struggling to even cope with the mere thought of buying a house, and (especially in the LA area) I’m surrounded by materialistic shallow self-important assholes.
But then there’s the love portion. First and foremost, my wife’s family is here, and with a young child and another on the way, I can’t imagine how we’d survive without them. Second, of course, is the opportunity. There are jobs and options here that aren’t available in less-populous areas. It’s that double-edged sword, where the price of having great job prospects and lots of stuff to do is large crowds at all times. And, of course, there’s the natural scenery of being surrounded by mountains, ocean, silicon enhancement, etc.
But as someone that grew up in the Midwest, one of my favorite differences is the weather. First, there’s no humidity (and thus no mosquitoes) in the summer. And the winter? What winter?
This is Wyatt and I, on January 31st. In Newport Beach, the weather topped 70. I doubt you’d see anyone like this on the shores of Lake Michigan in Chicago on January 31st…
Some days, I don’t think Wyatt understands how good he’s got it. For that matter, neither does Joanna.