Boatswain!
I’ve been watching an inordinate amount of Prospero’s Books lately, because it is an ideal entertainment for an infant who’s sitting in your lap while you’re trying to get some work done in a window on the other monitor over there—glorious music, a charismatic man doing all sorts of silly voices, every second there’s something new and rich and strange and beautiful to look at.
—Also, I now remember why it was I’d thought of giving Perdix all those memory-dancers, but that’s neither here nor there. Nor would you be interested to learn that I want my office to look like this:
At least I’ve got the papers-and-books-everywhere æsthetic down.
—While we’re on the subject of movies playing repeatedly in a corner of the screen, remind me to tell you at some point (and I’m not even kidding here) why Speed Racer was maybe 2008’s best movie. Fuck The Dark Knight—those fucking Wachowskis filmed a sequence in the goddamn subjunctive!
baby!
What a face. Clearly you got one of the ones who pay attention.
And regurgitates (in more ways than one). —Already an accomplished mimic, she’s mastered “arro!” (which seems to correspond to “Hello!”) and is moving right away on to “arru!” (which is undoubtedly “Bosun!”).
Let’s face it: we hit the jackpot. She’s the apotheosis of human development. (HM aside, natch.)