Monthly Archives: March 2013


Time marches on. My little boy is twelve years old now. Soon he’ll be thirteen. Then eighteen. Then thirty-eight. Then eighty-three. I wonder what his life will be likeā€”if he’ll find his true passion, if he’ll invent something amazing. If he’ll have a flying car at some point. You put your time and energy and all the love you have into making a new person, but you never know how it’s going to turn out because as it happens, it’s not just you making the new person. They’re making themselves too. (“Is that your robot?”… “No, I’m mine.”) I’m excited to see what my little person makes himself out to be. I love you, child of mine.


Edgar Allan Poe was 27 when he married his not-quite-14-year-old cousin, Virginia Clemm.

She died when she was only 24. He died only 2 years later, when he was 40.


Kid was just in the bathroom, humming a Brahms sonata. Accurately. And expressively.

Now he’s out in the family room, singing “The system… is down… The system… is down.”