Fishing with Daddy

On Saturday morning I walked out of my room to meet dad who was in the driveway, all dressed up in pirate regalia that included an eye-patch and oversized tricorne hat. When he saw me he smiled and said, “Arrrgh, are ye land-lubbering cowards ready for adventure on the high-seas?”

(Dad enjoyed being flamboyant and dramatic, so when he took me fishing he often dressed up as a sea captain or pirate, and would speak with a pirate accent.)

“Aye-aye, captain!” I responded, then saluted him.

He noticed that I was carrying panda along with me, so he asked, “And who is your mate, that ferocious white and black furred beast?”

I held out the panda and said with a smile, “His name is Panda!”

He wind went back to talking normally and said, “Are you sure you want to bring Panda along with you? If he falls into the water, it might ruin his circuitry and you’ll not be able to play with him.”

“That’s okay daddy, I’ll be careful with him.”

Dad went along with it. Sometimes my mom said that my dad spoiled me by letting me get away with things all the time. But considering the way my sister, treats me, it balances out.

He drove me to a lake about fifteen minutes away from our house. It was surrounded by a beautiful forest of giant redwoods, filled with the songs of birds especially during the morning or evening. If you were lucky, you might see a deer or two drinking from the lake. Going fishing was more about reveling in the beauty of nature than catching something to eat. It was surprising that he caught anything in that lake because it was so small and shallow it barely had any fishes in it.

When we arrived dad took out his fishing equipment and said, “Are ye sea-salts ready to catch and subdue the infamous barbed-mouth shark of San Tomas Aquino?” I laughed when he said that, there was nothing in the lake except a few bottom-feeding catfish. It would be easier to find a shark at a local skating rink than in that lake. But I loved how he sounds like Popeye the Sailor Man whenever he tried to talk like a pirate.

Being an engineer, he built himself a special set of fishing equipment, including a crossbow for casting, a motorized reel and a robotic worm. He pointed his special fishing device toward the middle of the lake, gave a few hearty laughs, then fired the fishing hook from the crossbow. Unfortunately his device was slightly overpowered, and instead of landing in the middle of the lake it landed on the other side and got stuck in the bushes.

“Hell’s hounds!” he said, as he tried desperately to disentangle the fishing hook from across the lake. The electric motor on his fishing device struggle to reel in the hooks. After a few hard tugs, the fishing line itself broke, to which I responded by a bout of giggling. Dad looked at me and said, “Looks like the fishing hook has been swallowed by our old enemy, the menacing serrated-jaw holly bush.” After reeling back what was left of the fishing line, he said, “Don’t worry, I brought some extra hooks and lures just in case something like this happens.”

He fixed his fishing device and cast the line again, albeit this time far more carefully. He was more successful this time, but the line sat in the water and nothing happened. I grew bored and sat down to play around with Panda, checking the line every few minutes. After what seemed like hours the line jerked, and I ran down to see if we finally caught something.

“Yarrr, ’tis no mere fish, this beast is a Leviathan!” dad said.

I put Panda down on my chair and ran towards the water. The chaotic ripples on the surface was showing that something was struggling against the fishing line. As the line was being reeled in I could see a small fish just underneath the surface, making tiny whirlpools. The fish was so small that when dad pulled it out of the water he could fit it on his palm. My first thought when I saw it was how cute it was. Despite its slimy skin and musty smell, it had large, buggy eyes and a round, pouting mouth. I petted the sorry little creature, and wished we could take it home and keep it in an aquarium, but it had to go back in the lake.

Again dad cast his fishing line into the lake, but this time he immediately caught something. “Ho ho! Looks like we’ve snagged a small treasure,” he said as he reeled in his catch. I could tell from the ripples that it wasn’t a fish but a piece of floating debris.

“Holy Christ,” he said with his normal voice as he pulled the object out of the water.

“What is it?” I asked?

“A condom.”

“What’s a condom?”

He looked at me and was at a lost for words. “I’ll explain it when we get home,” he said while carefully taking the condom off the fishing hook and throwing it in the trash bin. I looked down at Panda and asked, “What’s a condom?”

“A condom is a contraceptive device. Usually a sheath made of rubber, it is put over the penis before sexual intercourse to act as a physical barrier for insemination. It can also be used for the prevention of sexually transmitted diseases.”

Dad was miffed, he scratched his head and said, “I didn’t think I would do it this early on, but some time we need to have a talk about sex.”

“You don’t need to talk to me about sex, I already learned it from reading a college biology textbook. Did you know dolphins have prehensile penises, meaning they can move them the way an elephant moves its trunk. I don’t think human penises work the same way.”

“No we don’t, although I wished I had one, that would make mom a lot happier.”

“I also saw a Nova documentary about how babies grow inside mommies. They showed a bunch of sperm cells swimming and surrounding an egg cell, then explained how when one sperm cell enters the egg, chromosomes mix and that makes an embryo, and that’s how you get a baby.”

“Well, it looks like you already know a lot about sex. But do you know anything about contraception?”

“What’s that?”

“That’s when the man and the woman has sex, but do something to prevent the woman becoming pregnant.”

“Aww, that’s sad.”

Dad looked perplexed, then asked, “Why is that sad?”

“Because it means the man and woman don’t want to have the baby.”

Dad nearly laughed aloud, then said, “It’s not because the man and woman don’t want any babies, just not too many babies. Let me put it this way: having one cat is awesome, but imagine having ten cats, think of all the litter boxes you have to clean.”

“That’s true, I hate cleaning litter boxes.”

“Not only that, being pregnant is not fun. Imagine carrying a watermelon in your belly for a few months, then pooping out that watermelon.”

I felt extremely disgusted when I heard that. “Sounds like it would hurt a lot.”

“Oh, you bet it hurts. When your mom was in labor with you, she was in so much pain that even I was sedated. I think this had more to do with how effective she is at making other people feel her pain, but still. I have never experienced labor pain so it’s impossible for me to explain to you, but according to your mother it was like that scene from ‘Alien’ where the xenomorph bursts through that guy’s chest.”

That was unnecessarily graphic imagery, I felt like I was covered in blood and guts as depicted in that movie. After taking a moment to process those thoughts, I asked, “Ugh. Why does being born cause so much pain?”

“Well, according to evolutionary theory, millions of years ago human beings started to evolve large brains in order to survive the challenges of a drying African ecosystem. But as the head evolved to be bigger, the birth canal cannot get bigger because the pelvic bones are in the way, so what ended up happening is the birth canal is too small for the baby. That’s why childbirth is so painful for humans.”

“That sounds awful.”

“Hey, that’s nature for you. Good thing we invented technology to make it less painful, or made things like condoms to prevent it.”

“So how does this the condom work?”

Dad still looked embarrassed, but said, “The condom over the penis so the sperm goes inside the condom instead of the woman.”

“And then what happens?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what happens to the sperm after it goes in the condom?”

“It gets thrown in the garbage.”

“Aww, that’s sad.”

“Why is it sad?”

“Because sperm cells are alive, they have a head and a tail and swim like a fish. You wouldn’t think of throwing away a puppy in a trash can, would you?”

Dad smiled and said, “They’re alive, of course, but they’re not sentient. They can’t feel pain, or existential despair about their ultimate demise. Besides, even if the sperm cells get inside the woman, the vast, vast majority die anyway. Remember that only one sperm cell ever enters the egg, the rest simply die.”

“But it’s still awful when you think about it; the human body just makes billions of these living creatures and allow all but just one survive. Why does it have to be so cruel?”

Dad stopped to look at me in the eye and said, “Look at it this way, all of the sperm cells that died didn’t die in vain; their bodies were recycled by nature to make other living things, like babies, or that giant redwood tree over there. You like redwoods, don’t you?” I smiled, he spun me around so we’d both look at that redwood tree. Then he started to sing:

From the day you were born in the gonads
And wagging your flagellum around
There are more of you than can ever succeed
More of you than are eggs around

There are too many barriers to get through
Like a giant condom right in your way
But don’t be too rash
When you’re thrown in the trash
Take the long path through the web of life

It’s the Circle of Sperm
And it moves us all
Through the female vulva
Through the garbage heaps
Till you find your place
To make more babies
It’s the Circle
The Circle of Sperm

After dad finished his song he looked extremely satisfied for about five seconds before he became more serious and said, “Now we can only hope Disney doesn’t sue us.”



Remnants of My Father

Once standing tall
The mast of an invincible ship
Reliable as sturdy timber
How have you rotted!

Your brain had changed,
but your thoughts had not
History had changed,
but you had not

Sinking beneath
the dust of history
You wander in a daze
Panicked and confused

Sailing on a sinking ship to oblivion
Mistaking gulls for the angel of death
Blind to the sharp rocks ahead

Demons of your own making
Must they torture us as well?
The ghosts that haunt you are not yet dead
Leave them alone well enough

Traveling rudderless
through a sea of madness
Towards an uncertain twilight

Touch of Spring

I stand beneath a shower of blossoms
White as the wooly clouds of spring
In the spell of a fragrance wholesome
Refreshed in the vital wind she brings

Devoting her life to ceaseless toil
Touching with magic at earth’s service
Through the branches, into the soil
Waking life in every crevice

Buds and blooms rise to the sky
Flurries of petals fill the air
Birds ascend to the blue and high
Showing beauty without a care

Dust of Perfection

I stand by the shore of an aurora pool
Gazing at my everlasting reflection
Reaching the dimension of perfection

My demure mind explodes like a fool
in a million iridescent fragments
scattered in a field of liquid color

In a hall of mirrors I stare at remnants
of my soul torn like heroes of valor

Dust of my mind forms a cloud of stars
A glittering smudge that mars
the constellations with brilliance
And there I remain a beacon for billions

The Conceit of Time

Time is the great deceiver
Dividing the same from the same
My body is old but my mind is young
And only death can cleave the two

We float along its tidal flow
Backwards when we remember
Forwards when we use foresight
Wandering as a curious child

What use is time for a universe
that sees forever in a blink?

The cosmic pattern holds for eternity
Even as the universe ceaselessly moves
Night and day flicker back and forth
Yet both happen at the same time

Nothing ever stops moving
Not even mountains
Only the speed of light is immovable
This is the ultimate mystery

Roots of History

We think the thoughts of our
mothers and fathers
and their mothers and fathers
and so on ’til the apes

The words of ancestors
still resonate in our throats
Letters from Ancient Rome
still emblazon our pages

We all trace our lineage
to fish climbing out of the sea
We still see with their eyes
and hear with their ears

The invisible roots of history
Weave us with the origin of everything


Sleeping ladybug, still as the peaceful night
Garbed in a crimson coat out in plain sight

Remaking its body for the sight of spring
From a worm was born a beauty with wings

Climbing out on feisty legs, ready to dance
Taking to the air, looking for ladybug romance