PART I OF VI
JULY 11, 2005



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INTRODUCING: BABY TALK.
By Russell Bradbury-Carlin

Most parents are anxious to know the meaning of the various cries, groans, and sounds their child makes. Recently a Spanish electronic engineer named Pedro Monagas created a battery-powered device called "Why Cry". This instrument about the size of a calculator is reportedly able to tell a parent whether their baby's cry is indicating hunger, sleepiness or tiredness. Mr. Monagas states that his "Why Cry" is 98% accurate.

Well I, myself, am considered a kind of "tinkerer". And, as a new parent I often wonder what all the sounds that my baby makes might mean, not just his crying. So, I gathered together some random things lying around my basement: a bike frame, a tube of caulking, some bits of string that I keep in a metal tub, the metal heads from golf clubs I found, amongst other things and started to put together my own device.

"Baby Talk" is a small instrument about the size of a 70's Volkswagen. It will listen to any sound that a baby makes and translate it into its true meaning. On a good day, it boasts 61.3% accuracy. I intend to place it on the market in the next year. I intend to sell it for a reasonable price. I intend to make a lot of money.

But does it work, you ask. Well, I can tell you that the communication between my 11 month old son and I has greatly improved since I've been strapping this device to him. Let me give you a sample of translations.

Mmma-maaa: Why don't you give me some Cheerios…in fact give me the whole box.

Blaa-Blaa-Blaa: Dad, you've put the diaper on backwards again.

Tthhhpttt: I've recently come to realize that my tongue is capable of spraying some kind of liquid from my mouth all over everything, making a nice glistening sheen.

Gaa-gaa-grrmm: I quite like to look in the mirror as it seems to contain the twins of my parents and an amazingly handsome young child.

Bbb-bb-bbb: Excuse me, but you are invading my personal space.

Huhhhh!: Actually, these Cheerios are quite bland, I'd much prefer a case of Cocoa-Puffs.

Tweeemm: If you ask me to give "kisses" again, I'll give you a big kiss, all right, buster.

Rrrrrrrrrr: It would be awesome if you would let me sit in the car alone, start it up, and roll down the hill.

Ddd-ddd-ddd: Where is that really cute girl-baby that came by yesterday? I'd really like to see her again, let her yank toys out of my hand, and make me cry. Rowr!

Whaaap: The "Baby Talk" machine is amazing. It has changed my life! By the way, where are those Cocoa-Puffs I asked for?

My "Baby-Talk" machine has been a bit of a miracle in our house-hold. Now, instead of waiting for our son to communicate clearly to us, or having to go through the long anguishing work of teaching simple sign language, I just plug the "Baby-Talk" machine into its gasoline-powered generator, attach it to my son and we're "talking".

I am also currently working on another device. But this one works the other way - translating parent's words into baby-sounds so the child can understand us. Does anyone have a bucket full of used staples or the frame to '68 Cadillac?
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Russell Bradbury-Carlin has a theory that many scientists secretly want to be writers and many writers secretly want to be scientists. So far, his life has wavered between the two. He lives in Western Massachusetts. His writing has been published on the web at McSweeneys, Pindeldyboz, Yankee Pot Roast, Opium Magazine, The Big Jewel, Facsimilation and Uber.nu. He has print-published his poetry in Rattle. You can visit him online at http://www.allmyshoesandglasses.com.
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