Back before we had Maya, I used to think that if I had a child, I’d never boast of her deeds like others seem to. I’d never prattle on endlessly boring every one in sight with her latest (mis)adventures. But I was wrong. I’m a father, just like everybody else.
Outside, a mild summer has yielded to a brilliant fall. While I was consumed by work at my new company, Maya witnessed the end of a season. She didn’t understand it when it happened. And she still doesn’t.
It was early May, I think
a moment of lilac or dogwood
when so many promises are made
it hardly matters if a few are broken – from The Happiest Day, Linda Pastan
I didn’t think a day would come when a smile would play on my face at the thought of you.
Prometheus. What a mess of a movie. I went in memory of the original Alien, a chilling movie, one that held up to a few repeated viewing over the years. But Hollywood has probably never produced a profoundly alien species. How alien can we make a species ? China Mieville’s fascinating Embassytown has a truly alien answer.