Thursday, April 13, 2023
Summer Camp
Sophia: What are your thoughts on summer camp? I’m talking about a real summer camp out in the wilderness where you spend the night in a cabin. I know your mom likes that second-class “day camp” in Lynchburg. Having only a pool and tie-dye lessons does not a camp make.
In 2012, I paid to send Morey to a summer camp in North Carolina called Green Cove (https://www.greencove.com/). The camp won’t ever advertise with these exact words, but to be blunt, it’s a camp for rich white girls. The camp is expensive, more expensive than most. But they offer horseback riding, sailing, mountain biking, rock climbing, tennis, archery, pottery, target shooting with real rifles, and overnight paddling trips where the girls build a fire and cook their own dinners riverside. Here’s a video: https://player.vimeo.com/video/474737487.
Morey liked it there. I wanted her to attend year after year, and make friends there. Even though you were very young, I imagined the future when you and Morey could attend together.
I paid for Morey to attend the camp again in 2013. But your mother stole the money and instead sent Morey to the cheap camp in Lynchburg. She claimed she needed the money to buy gas and groceries and pay the rent. But I think your mother was just too lazy to get a job. Both parents should work to support themselves and help pay for their kids. I don’t know why she expected me to work and pay for everything while she had no job and did nothing. The camp money was a special gift for Morey and your mother stole it. I never forgave her for that. You don’t steal from your own children.
The point I’m laboring to make is that you are invited, by me, to attend summer camp at Green Cove. I’ll pay for it. But this time I’ll be sure the money can’t be stolen. You’ll like it there. Your mother will no doubt complain that you need clothes and supplies to attend. I’ll pay for those, too. Then, she’ll complain about transportation; how you’ll get to North Carolina. Some people only try to think of problems. But some people try to think of solutions. Pay attention, and you’ll figure out who’s who. Whatever the problem, I’m sure I can figure it out. I solve problems. That’s what I do.
Anyway, take your time and think about it. Watch the video. Let me know. I’d love to give that gift to you. I want my girls to have nice things and have a nice life. I don’t know why it’s so hard for your mother to believe me.
Wednesday, April 12, 2023
anti-vaxx
Sophia, here’s an oddball question. Do you know if you’ve gotten a vaccine called Gardasil? It’s meant for young girls. It was invented and approved in 2006, just a few years before Morey was eligible to have it. I wanted Morey to have it, but your mother refused. This was when I was working overseas, so it was impossible for me to enforce it, and I just dropped it after a while.
Your mother had a streak of anti-vaxxer in her that I always thought was strange. When Morey was very little and needed all the basic shots that kids need to attend school, your mom was very reluctant to allow it. Later, of course, she was certain that the shots cause autism. It’s a popular myth, but it’s been proven wrong over and over. But someone people will never listen.
Over the years, I’ve often worried that you and Morey are getting all the shots you need, like Gardasil. Of course, when COVID came along, wow, the anti-vaxx people went crazy.
Did you know that Virginia law allows me to see your medical records? Your school records, too. I tried to explain this to your mom once. The law is very clear, but she didn’t believe me. She even tried to get a lawyer to stop me from seeing Morey’s school records, but it didn’t work. I’ve seen your reports card from this year. I could pull your medical records, but I was hoping that you and I could just talk about it between us like two people. Believe it or not, I still care about your health and your welfare.
What puzzled me the most was your mom giving me the anti-vaxx talking points while smoking a cigarette. She tried hard to stop smoking when she was pregnant with you. But I know she sneaked-in a few puffs here and there. Cigarettes are fine but vaccines are harmful, I guess.
This is an unrelated tangent, but I hope you never smoke. It’s a disgusting habit. Everyone who smokes wishes they could quit, but none of them can. Don’t be an idiot who thinks, “I can quit anytime I want.” I can’t believe people are so stupid to think that.
Anyway, I was just wondering about your Gardasil vaccine. You should get it if you haven’t already. But why take medical advice from me? I’m just the guy who climbed Mount Kilimanjaro and easily passes Class One flight physicals every year. I’m not the cigarette-smoking alcoholic anti-vaxxer who treated her breast cancer with crystals and magnets and needs surgery to stay thin (YES this is all true; stories for another day).
Stay well, kid. Eat more green stuff. For six months in Iraq, my breakfast every day was a dark leafy green salad, raw veggies and a dressing made from fresh lemon juice, salt and pepper. I never felt better. I need to get back to that. Anyway…
Tuesday, April 4, 2023
Missing
Sophia: I miss you. I really do. I wonder what you’re doing right now.
Missing you is worse than Roanoke.
sophia becker lynchburg,sophia zander becker lynchburg if she still uses her middle name
Tuesday, March 28, 2023
Your iPod (I got the nooks, the crannies)
Sophia:
I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty-gritty forty doe
So all aboard, castaway, hey where’s my boogaloo?
I’ve mentioned this elsewhere: I bought you an iPod for your birthday last year. But I didn’t send it because I wasn’t sure that you would actually receive it. I was waiting to hear from you. I’ll send it whenever you want. By the way, I’m talking about a Fifth Generation iPod. They look like this. Yes, I know, you can listen to music on your phone. But the battery on an iPod lasts much longer, has a much larger library, and doesn’t require WiFi or cell service. They’re Old School, but I love ‘em.
I populated your iPod with many hours of music. Very often, there’s a story behind the songs. Some of them I discovered when I was your age. Some of the music was the soundtrack to my life as I grew up, some of it good and some of it bad. Breakups. Goodbyes. Triumphs. Inspirations. Memories of people and places. Long drives in the desert. Romantic campaigns. Music that got me through difficult times. Collectively, they tell a story. It’s not just copy/paste music from when I was a teenager. It’s music that means something to me, and says something about me. And I wanted to share it with you. Someday, it might be the only thing you have left of me.
I bought an iPod for Morey when she was your age. But she immediately lost it. What’s worse, she didn’t seem to care. I spent many hours preparing it for her. I don’t think she cared at all. I don’t think I’m asking for much; I’m asking that you care, just a little, or at least pretend to. Who knows? I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? You might discover some new music that you like.
Anyway, as it turns out, of all the thousands of songs on your iPod, the first one I copied into it was “They Want EFX” by Das EFX. Their style combined intricate rhymes, sometimes mixed with made up words (especially ending with “-iggedy”). I liked them immediately. This song brings me back to college, in 1992, driving on U.S. 101 in California (the Ventura Freeway) between Thousand Oaks and Encino. It was a wonderful time in my life. I’d love to share it with you someday.
In the meantime, here is the song, right here, right now.
Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum
But I can fe-fi or fo, diddly-bum, here I come
So Peter Piper, I’m hyper than Pinocchio’s nose
‘Cause I’m the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro
I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you’ve got the Crazy
Drazy with the books, Googley-goo where’s the gravy
So one two, um, buckle my, um shoe
Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew
So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit
So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship
Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids
The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy’s about to get his, dig
My waist bone’s connected to my hip bone
My hip bone’s connected to my thigh-bone
My thigh-bone’s connected to my knee bone
My knee bone’s connected to my hardy-har-har-har
The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um
Skip the Ovaltine, I’d rather have my honeycomb
Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let’s spiggedy-spark the blunts, um
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
Well, I’ll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills!
I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil
So back up bucko, or I’ll pulverize McGruff
‘Cause, this little piggy gets, busy and stuff
Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift
I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff
I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty-gritty 40 doe
So all aboard, castaway, hey where’s my boogaloo?
Oh-h-h-h-h-h-hhh, I’m steamin, a-go-ny!
Why’s everybody always pickin on me?
They call me Puddin’ Tane, and rap’s my game
You ask me again, and I’ll t-tell you the same
Since I’m the vocal vegemintarian, stick ‘em up freeze
So no Parks sausages, mom, please
A-Blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip
Crazy Drayzie shot the sheriff yup, and I shot the gift
And that’s pret-ty sneak-ky sis, oh yo
I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle’s cup of cocoa
Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt
Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun!
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
Yahoo, hidee-ho, yup I’m coming around the stretch
So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch
I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw
And I’m the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw
With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue
Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too
So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain
Like Rosco P. Coltrane
I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker
I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double-decker
Oh, Finster Baby come to Papa Duke
A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo
I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie
To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie
Tally ho, I-I’ll take my Stove Top instead of my Tater, so
Maybe I’ll shoot ‘em now, nope, maybe I’ll shoot ‘em later, yep
I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh
B-I-N-G-O-oh
You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh
Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
They want EFX, some live EFX
Snap a neck for some live EFX
sophia becker lynchburg, sophia zander becker, sophia zander becker lynchburg
Monday, March 27, 2023
Learning the Hard Way
Sophia, apologies for the grim and depressing post. But it’s been on my mind. The world treats everyone like shit. But you’re old enough now to know (or sorta know) that the world treats teenage girls extra shitty sometimes. I try not to think about you or Morey getting sexually harassed, but I’m sure it happens. If I can be selfish for a minute, it kills me that I can’t be there to protect my girls. Dads protect their girls. It’s right there in the job description. But all you have are some angry lesbians looking out for you. Actually, I don’t know who looks out for you.
I’m not an expert on teenage girls or the problems they face. And I have no idea what your day-to-day life is really like. But I’ve been “around the block” a few times (as the saying goes). I know how humans operate. Well, most of them. I know bullshit when I see it. I’m sure if I were involved in your life, I’d recognize trouble if I saw it.
I want to protect you. The world is a fucked-up place and, I hate to say so, but sooner or later, some shitty things will happen to you. All I can ever hope to do is prepare you, and make you strong, and teach you how to trust your instincts. As a general principle, I prefer my kids to be strong, not safe. Being safeguarded all the time won’t prepare you for anything.
I daydream about what your life must be like. I’m pretty sure you either 1) don’t care about having a father (not yet, anyway); or 2) believe I’m some stranger who’s goofy or dangerous or irrelevant or possibly all three. But, like I said, I’ve been around the block. I’ve literally been all around the world. I’ve accomplished a lot of difficult things and witnessed with my own eyes wonderful beauty as well as some horrible fucked-up shit. I’m hardly the smartest man you’ll ever meet. But surely, I’ve picked-up bits of wisdom along the way. I wish I could impart some of it to you before I die. It shouldn’t all be for nothing. You shouldn’t have to learn everything in life the hard way.