he's my sunshine in the morning

recall my german fetish? i might be in big trouble right now.

how much better can life be than sipping german beer on lufthansa en route to muenster, jamming to great tunes, sprawled beyond 31D into 31E and some of F, and blogging? okay, you could be in 31 C, but otherwise...

as kd md's co-worker seamus would exclaim -- and this is totally appropriate; you know that i use vulgarities sparingly...

for fuck's sake.

i mean, really?!

and here comes my hot meal. and now it's a joni mitchell song which bien sur makes me think of milesmitchell and my girl, saq

happy birthday, baby riley.
five years ago, i learned of your birth while staying in sp's pad in cobble hill. i was there to commute into the city to harlem for research at the schomburg; she was away. that night, i searched out all the local bodegas for a nytimes from your BIRTHday. was it yesterday? i remember toasting you with mvs. and hearing grandpop delight in being a great-grandfather. and hearing my own parents transform into very proud grandparents. and ohdear, dear riley, you made my baby brother a father. for this i am most grateful because through you and your sister, i learned how to love and admire patrick in all new ways. and to see your mom as a mom. you knitted us all the closer.

wow.

baby riley, i love you crazy. still. and more. you make me giggle and marvel. you renewed my sense of wonder. and sometimes, when i hit bottom, seriously, boy: thoughts of you kept me alive. i love you pal. more than 100.