the boy's taste in music and governments
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
The kid's musical tastes are coming into focus. He sleeps happily to Diane Kroll, and seems to prefer the Stones to The Velvet Underground. Which is probably a good thing given that his uncle Jon gave him a Stones sleeper the other day. He puked when I was singing "Lodi" by Creedence Clearwater Revival.
We got him registered with the government today. Which meant going to no fewer than three desks at the ward office, and getting "approval" for the name we chose. I had to explain it to my wife that there's really no such thing as registering a birth in Canada. Though the provinces do issue birth certificates, you can't register a child born out of province, and the federal gov't has no mechanism at all.
That said, he's born a Canadian citizen on account of his father's citizenship, and I can apply for one of these new citizenship cards (and a passport).