I spend a lot of time sitting. Sitting and listening to the radio, watching television or DVDs, reading social work texts, Googling on my phone, or closing my eyes. In true maternal fashion, I'm actually multitasking, as Joe is still a hungry, hungry little hippo. If he had his druthers, I believe, I would be pinned to the Butter Chair all day nursing and rocking, nursing and rocking.

As such my mind is somewhat one-tracked, and I find myself limiting what I focus on to whatever I can easily attend to or switch back to after unpredictable but inevitable interruptions. I wish it wasn't so. I think I've lost a certain amount of cerebral elasticity, like my brain has calcified to some extent. Not that I've become stupider or vapid (although I'm sure some would argue), but my capacity for complex thinking or mental acrobatics has plateaued. To wit: my theory of Bions has remained sadly underdeveloped.

So: There was a Post Punk Dark Wave band in the 80's called the Fontanelles. There is a Hardcore band called Let Down. I wish they were called The Let Downs. I've not uncovered evidence of any bands called Rooting, but someone developed a music visualizer called Milkdrop.

Were the people behind these effors all breastfed as children?