Que Todo Lo Invade.

We have spent fourteen days in the new apartment. During the evenings, my mother stands at the kitchen counter and cuts packing tape with safety scissors. She empties boxes and begins cataloging her belongings according to their worth. She re-opens envelopes holding birthday cards, wedding invitations, notes of congratulation and bereavement, handwritten letters. Sometimes she’ll [...]

Happy Birthday, Alex.

One of the greatest things about having a younger brother is his invariable cluelessness to all sorts of academic and everyday matters: “Who’s Hitler?” or “How do you fold a shirt?” I have the developed the habit of jabbering continually in his presence about some topic or another, and then stopping mid-way to ask “do [...]

Another Reason I Love My Brother.

Me: “Alex…?” Alex: “Yeah?” Me: “This is the drawing you made in school, right? The one about the Three Kings? In the Christian Bible? Caspar, Melchior and Balthazar?” Alex raises his eyebrows. I fail to see where you’re going with this. Alex: “Yes…” Me: “So why are they all black? As in dark-skinned? Aren’t Melchior [...]

And To Think This Was Going To Be About Bruce Willis.

Saw Terminator (first one, people, first one). Weiner screamed (rather theatrically, I might add) and covered his eyes every half hour. We saw Speed a few nights ago, on Thursday, to the same effect. Weiner has a passion for action movies. We’ll go to the local Videorado and he’ll rush to some DVD with a [...]