My wife will be departing early tomorrow morning on a trek to NYC for a blogging conference (in case you weren’t aware, she has not one, but two blogs that she likely updates more often than I do: Down to Earth Mama and She Acts).  She will be whooping it up in the Big Apple for the weekend with blog-related discussions and parties.  Not that I would worry for the sanctity of our marriage regardless of the nature of the conference, but being that she will be surrounded mostly by female bloggers, the most that will likely happen is some all-girl drunken music videography (it’s happened).  I guess there is a sliver of the possibility she might get swept into an overzealous celebration of the repeal of Prop. 8, but I’m not overly concerned.  What hyjinx will ensue are likely to be of a much more tame and innocent variety of which she greatly deserves.

Anyway, besides regularly scheduled events of the weekend (of which there are surprisingly many) I have very little in mind for our sans matronus weekend.  As it stands, I have to take them to swimming lessons, the farmer’s market, a family reunion, and potentially a free movie screening (and probably some other events that my wife will point out that I forgot to mention and therefore will not remember to do).  So outside of meals there is limited bandwidth for other events.  But I may try to fit in some shopping and some other entertainment where I can – perhaps even some fruit picking if time and weather permit.

My biggest concern is that I’m going to be plagued with work issues that try to follow me home.  I’m slowly working to have more redundancy and less direct dependency for certain things, but the curse of being good at certain things is that you are the only one who can handle them – I’m not playing arrogant here, it is simple fact.  But I’m training a new guy to be the next me, and trying to leave no issues up in the air so that I can make the most of a wife-free and hopefully work-free weekend.

This particular post is in honor of Jake Ludington’s HP Magic Giveaway (I encourage you to enter).  Jake’s blog is an interesting blend of technology and travel.  I’ll admit that I am only aware of it now as a result of this contest, but I will likely be following it from now on (could use good advice in both areas).  I look forward to reading (and commenting on) his insights.

Liz’s blog is an interesting collage of thoughts on technology, poetry and feminism of which at least the first and last are expressly important to me (I used to be more into poetry, but I’m happy to find time to read my emails these days).  “Why is feminism important to you?” some may ask me.  In truth it always has – in my life I have almost always made it a point to treat all people with equal respect without prejudgment, or in the least the respect that they earn for themselves.  Now having kids – especially having a daughter – I hope that I can set a better example for them than they may see in the world.

I’m already finding myself facing gender definition issues with my daughter – she recently picked up from her older male cousin that girls that are really cute are referred to as “hot”.  And to be honest, I sometimes worry that my wife’s own body image issues may rub off on her.  So there are battles even here at home.

The root question is “what differentiates men and women?”  When asked by my male friends how to better understand women (as if I have a firm grasp on the matter), I often find myself saying lightly imagine going through life without a penis.  While this is obviously a simplistic and crude explanation, it seems to be effective for men because, frankly, a lot of how we spend our time is influenced by the fact that we have one.  So to take a moment to think about what one would do without it is hard enough for most men (at least the ones I know).

I remember back in high school when learning about genetics how the difference between men and women at that level is miniscule – the presence (or absence) of a single, small chromosome.  I remember thinking at the time that by that measure, the female gender is actually the baseline and the male gender is essentially a genetic defect.  It is oddly not that far fetched to think of men as defective women (though part of that defect may often trigger rationalities about that defect being an improvement or urges to compare these Y chromosomes to each other in length and girth).  So thinking about that side of things, I hope that I may also do right in raising my other child as well – so that both he and she will learn respect for all without prejudice regarding any trait.

Thanks again to Liz for inspiring me to think about a few things in a different light.  I hope that others may be similarly inspired – I like to think that change can be contageous.  Only time will tell.