Party Like It's 1989?

It's so strange to spend time with friends who are childless and have schedules that aren't complicated by parental responsibilities. After a number of misadventures, I'm now sitting in the house of a couple with two small children. Their mother, whom I've known since 1991, sometimes asks me if I'm bored, since I'm mostly playing variations on peek-a-boo with the baby and imagination play -- cat and mouse, murder of crows -- with the four-year-old. The truth, though, is that I'm deeply comforted by the chance to slow down in that way. I love staying up late to talk music and philosophy. I miss the opportunity to do that regularly, which I haven't really had in Tucson of late. At the same time, though, I'm a little overwhelmed by the experience. After a few days of inhabiting that lifestyle, it's nice to be able to come back down to a reality where I'm discussing pre-schools instead of the Frankfurt School.

Set Theory