Moomin talking wild-eyed about gravity this morning. then in bed next to me with his giant stuffed alligator and wearing a green headband with pipecleaner "mouse ears" attached to it, going, "Infinity plus one, infinity plus two, infinity plus three... infinity plus twentyone, infinity plus twenty-two..." What are you counting, Moomin? "how long my friend the really really long snake is. His name is Infinity." Where does he live? "In the Wild."
Now he is doing something with a Wonderwoman action figure...
Rook is up (he awoke, groaning, to the counting past infinity) working on a mad project - a game design challenge - he is hip-deep in 1911 encyclopedia britannica volumes, giggling and reading me things about crazy silkworm scientists of 1669. "Swammerdam, hypochondriac and mystic. Dilating the tracheas of bees with a human hair. He ATE larval bees... they taste nasty, like rusty bacon..."
While I breathlessly near the end of Al4nya to Al4nya. Holyfuck but it's great! It's the whole history past and future of feminist struggle and theory and literature! omg! it's scary-good.
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