The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Wednesday, April 09, 2003
5:37 PM posted by Oscar
I almost forgot, Christian and Harry and I went with Oscar to see the Piglet movie last weekend. I had been building it up for weeks, reading him reviews and talking about Piglet quite a bit. I think he really enjoyed the movie--he was quiet and watching the entire time and he ate almost an entire box of Pocky (like us, he's developing an unhealthy addiction to the stuff). I actually found the movie to be a bit oversimplified and untrue to the spirit of the books, but I think it's probably best to let go of one's inner film critic when watching kiddy movies.
Oscar has been playing a lot more. He likes to put his duckie, the cell phone and other objects on his car and push them around the room. He's really starting to talk and imitate us more. He's speaking English and Spanish interchangeably right now and sometimes we have a hard time figuring out what he is saying, because we're thinking in the wrong language...
We've been eating in lots of crazy places lately--I'm doing research for a website on DC food. So Oscar has gotten to check out lots of Ethiopian, Sudanese, Caribbean, Chinese, Vietnamese, and other interesting places. We went to La Libela last week (it was snowing!). It's a big hangout for Ethiopian guys during the day. Oscar was starting to fuss a bit and the owner came over and picked him up and sat him on the bar for about ten minutes while we were eating. All of the guys hanging out at the bar (mostly drinking coffee and tea, lest you get the wrong idea) started playing with him and talking to him--Oscar was definitely in his element.
Tuesday, April 08, 2003
8:10 PM posted by Oscar
 this world is like the
cherry blossom that vanishes
after only three days
 It's the end of cherry blossom time. There is no better time of year here. We went down to see the blossoms on Sunday. Oscar enjoyed playing under the trees and watching the petals fall.
This secret worship of cherry blossoms is one of my favorite things about living in DC. This city stands for a type of power that is hard and agressive and seeks to control, prolong, and expand itself. The cherry blossoms are unpredictable, soft and fleeting. They bloom when they bloom and they are incredibly delicate and fragile. If you touch one, it disintegrates and floats to the ground in five pieces. After three days, as soon as the new green leaves appear, they all fall off at once in an almost snow-like cascade. If you take a few moments under the trees when this is happening, you can't help but be affected by the power of it.
I read somewhere that the Japanese experience a mood called "mujo" when the cherry blossoms bloom, and especially when the petals start falling from the trees. It's described as a sense of transience, beauty, melancholy/elation, lightness/heaviness, life/death--in short a connection to the rhythms of nature.
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