Ty Segall - "Caesar"

"What do you think he's gonna be like? I bet he'll be tall."
"It's hard to tell from the pictures."
"It's definitely hard to tell. I think he'll be tall. He has such a sweet face, I wonder if it'll change at all."
"Because of us?"
"Because of us, and because of all the people he'll meet because of us."
"I bet it'll change a lot. You start to look like the ones you love."
"Do you think so? I hope so. God, I love him already."
"I know what you mean. You see pictures and pictures but you can only see so many pictures, it's a totally different thing standing next to someone. Holding them for the first time."
"Oh, I definitely can't wait to hold him. Squeeze the life out of him."
"What do you think his first words will be?"
"His first words? Well, he's had plenty of first words."
"Sure, but I mean his first words to us."
"Yeah. Maybe 'hi'?"
"Or 'hey'..."
"Oh yeah, from those pictures, probably 'hey'."
"I'm gonna ask him if he's hungry"
"I'm gonna ask him how his flight was."
"I bet he's tall. I bet he's gonna be taller than his ol' dad."
"Aw. If he is, don't be upset, okay?"
"I won't be. I'm not upset. I'm proud. He's our son." [Buy]

Devo - "Come Back Jonee (live)"

The receptionist at my work keeps only a few things on her desk: a bag of baby carrots, a glass of water, and a little laptop that she keeps in the corner. It's open all day long, and on it she has her boyfriend on video chat. He works from home, and they live together. It's as if they are sitting in the same room, it's as if he were sitting next to her in the reception area. It doesn't distract from anything, they're not making lovey eyes at each other all day, in fact they barely speak to each other, save the occasional "who was that?" when they get off a call, or a slight smile when they make eye contact. But today it became very clear how unusual this is. The camera in her boyfriend's home office faces the window, so on the screen you can see a tree behind him. And as she was watching the screen, snapping a baby carrot, she watched a bird fly into his room. And she began to act as if a bird had flown into our room. She was flailing her arms and hooting "Oh! Oh! Honey! Oh!" until it was gone, he shooed it out with a broom. A lukewarm silence fell over the office. Although I half-expected it, no one suddenly broke out in laughter, no one chose to make it light. Because it wasn't so much ridiculous as it was foreboding. We all felt like this kind of connection, this kind of relationship was destined for us all, and we would all look as silly as that one day. Technology is not making us more isolated, in fact it's warping our ability to be isolated. But this is not a curmudgeonly complaint. I don't have any grandfatherly ideas about what "being human" is supposed to mean. I'm no chauvinist to reality. Reality isn't actually all that great. It hurts, it stinks, it's expensive, it dies. [Buy]

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