Mid-october 2017

I took a bit of a break.  It has been a while.  I miss you.

I'm in school again.  The world is always changing, isn't it.  Yoda says "always in motion is the future" but a big part of that is how the present is always in motion.  The older you get, the faster things seem to change.

Happy October, girlies.  I love you.  I like you.  I delight in you. 

So you are becoming big Harry Potter fans.  Reading the books.  Watching the movies.  Watching YouTube theories about whether Malfoy was a werewolf.  youtube.  YouTube.  YOUtube.  youTube.  I'm not sure how they capitalize that.  It is probably an early sign for dementia or Alzheimer's. 

When you are old-ish and brilliant, it is the loss of the largest part of identity - the inner self - that is more terrible than the loss of the body with age.  I would rather become a paraplegic than have a stroke. 

I want to write you good.  I would say the best vision I have for you, but that praise is not healthy.  Sugar and salt are both deadly. 
I feel like that scene from "the Finder" TV show where he talks about trying to see light from the bottom of a deep dark ocean.

I say "those burgers taste like ass".  It is code.  I hope you don't have to experience it.  There is some genetic pre-disposition to decent genius and also to slight end-of-flight instability for women in your heritage going back 4 generations on each side.  May you have all the genius and no more of the crazy than you can stand.

I want to talk about EQ, and maybe we could both study it. 

My compute run is over, so I have to get back to work...
I spent time thinking out loud, and maybe I didn't say much.  Did I say something?