"i'm going to play the word hand because it's pithy and strong." -- matthew j. burton, a morning in april, 2009
i've decided i'm going to keep a notebook and pen by my bedside so each morning i can record the awesomely creative first words that stumble out of matt's mouth. his A.M. gibberish has produced insightful comments regarding professional wrestling moves, iran, and mathematical formulas. hmm... pithy? really? i don't think i've used the word pithy even in wakefulness. ever. he's been playing a lot of online scrabble lately.
the kindle. here's what i think about it: sad, sad, sad. i kind of hope it dies, and i'm usually pro-gadgetry. the whole concept feels very eerie, very fahrenheit 451-ish. so... sterile? cold? what's the word i'm searching for? soulless? nothing can replace the feeling of a good "page-turner" in your hands... dog-eared pages, scribbles in the margins, writing your name in the cover... and something tells me that falling asleep with the kindle on your chest could potentially cause cancer.
and for about an hour every morning, direct sunlight streams through one of the four windows in our apartment. this is usually where the boys can be found: