tuckova

i had maybe four layered and totally interesting conversations with my brother-in-law today.

my mother worked on measurements and proportions with Squire Tuck by baking cookies in metric. they were quite tasty. and my dad built little rockets with him and they shot them over the house. my parents are going all science on my boy, and it’s adorable beyond words.

we watched a documentary on mr. rogers and i wept as hard as i did the day he died. normally i like my heroes complex and human and fallible; for example i love jim henson because he understood children and because he sampled swedish porn. but i love mr. rogers like some people love jesus.

it was my father’s birthday today, and we went to see "ansel adams and georgia o’keeffe" which turned out to be "photos ansel adams took when georgia o’keeffe and a bunch of other people went on a trip with him" and was kind of disappointed because i thought it would be more muse-ish, but was still neat because ansel adams photographs a human face like it’s a big magnificient rock with a juniper tree in the middle, and that’s kind of cool.

also we saw bridge to terabithia. i cried even before the movie started because there were all these kids in booster seats around us, plus two busloads of schoolchildren, and i thought, nobody knows what these kids are in for because who would do that if they knew. "do they not know?" i kept asking my mother, who was as baffled as i was. but mostly people were quiet, which anymore i don’t expect people to understand what i understand, but i want them to shut up so i can get that understanding. so that was good. word to the wise: expect to be disappointed, and perhaps you will not be. for example, the special effects, which i had thought would be my deal breaker, were actually okay.

we leave for vegas tomorrow. what happens in vegas will most probably be reported on later, so ha.