Different. Just Like Everybody Else.

“You’d make a really great hipster if you weren’t so counterculture.”

I’m pretty sure it was a compliment. And since it was just about the only thing he’s said to my face in a week (and was gone again before I awoke) then I’m counting it.

It was about making gifts (I had just finished a baby blanket) and I reflected that while I have been making gifts since before it was cool, it’s probably best if the blanket I made for him 17 years ago doesn’t see the light of day.

He followed up with a remark that we were the coolest people at South By Southwest last month. I don’t know about that, but give how infrequently I brush my hair and wear “going out of the house clothes” I think it’s good he still think I’m cool. I guess him traveling so much lessens the reality of just how dowdy I am.

All the Light We Cannot See

There is no light in a world where bedtime takes three hours. 

I have no words

“I don’t know why we bother making food,” I said. “You seem more interested in filling up on boogers.”

I didn’t get the desired reaction. 

Without missing a beat, and with seemingly complete sincerity, he replied, “but sometimes I run out of boogers.”