Would be deep

Had some deep thoughts from last night's cocktail party at the Ekstrom/Rosen household, that's right, the same Esktrom as in "My President is Lisa Ekstrom," a would be bumper sticker, a party peopled by various intellectual luminaries including some tall, handsome McGreevey-looking guy whom everyone was complementing for a recent article in Slate. From the sound of it, I probably wouldn't have published it, but hey, I'm not Microsoft (which is probably a good thing, as far a software robustness is concerned).

Speaking of McGreevey, an article in the Times about his wife yesterday brought back a classic line from that little episode back in August. This guy at my client says: "How can he be gay? His wife is totally hot." His wife Dina, indeed, is not unattractive, very much like Courtney Love on Prado instead of heroin, but that's not really the point. Indeed, in recent questions on gay marriage, has the issue of gay people marrying heterosexuals under false pretenses been raised? Is it not an abomination, worthy of smiting?

But right now can hardly think, because Natalie is rattling on continually, to try to drown out any noises Graham might make. People without kids really can't imagine how strong the instinct to drown out and dominate the baby is. Natalie has remarkable stamina for running mouth, singing little songs, making messes. Must go outside and make leafpile.