Play: I sure do get a gigantic charge out of the little techno-toys. Thanks to middlebrow for putting a del.icio.us thingie on his blog, thus inciting me to explore it myself. It's good, though, don't you think? Just to play with stuff like this as the amateur that I most certainly am?
It feels analogous to the fun running son is having in his film-making class, which he's taking for the second time--bright boy, who's maybe really having a joy-of-learning experience for the first time in a long while (again, except for basketball class). To bring everyone down by citing a poem, it's also like Yeats said:
"Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil."
("Among School Children")
Mouse update: Seven (maybe eight--see chart below) mice later, each released unharmed into the wilds of the field behind the house, we seem to be slowing down, perhaps meaning that for now, we are statistically mouse-free.
Incidence of Mouse Collection
Using Humane Mouse Trap