Dear Papi,
Since you keep addressing me like so I have no other choice but to write you back like so.
You are in fact posting to your blog. Why you are not writing more is confusing to me. You like to fire off emails at will, and cc a variety of people. This is sort of like that. You are not nude in a bathing suit. I understand that you object to the word "blog," but you should probably embrace the idea behind it more, that you are able, for free, to publish whatever you want, about whatever you want, to whoever you want. For example, mother said you were going to Eastern Market today. I haven't been since it burned down. What is it like? Also, big football game today. I know you also object to our use of the word "football," but still, any thoughts? Perhaps this is, finally, an opportune time to talk about Latin America?
Now, I will stop patronizing you. I am at work, waiting for a student to arrive. The subway took forever, crawling between stations so that I started to count off in seconds how long I was on it. Lulu and I played on the floor yesterday, with legos and then she fastened me into her playhouse. Later we made a made tea and chopped plastic vegetables using plastic knives. Velcro seems pretty key to childhood these days.
Student just arrived. Now hace tu blog, carajo.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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