Two dear friends became first-time fathers this past weekend—one on Saturday; the other late Sunday. It was a very reproductive weekend.
I spoke with the latter yesterday and he described, or tried to describe, the experience of seeing a head coming out of his wife’s vagina. What he ended up saying, in so many words (and I totally trust him on this), is you can’t fucking imagine.
After we hung up, I read an article about how NASA landed those rover things on Mars. They did it by wrapping them in a skein of giant airbags. The rovers bounced to the surface. Spirit, the first to land, bounced more than thirty times. Its twin, Opportunity, bounced, miraculously, into a crater.
A man signs a shovel and so he digs.
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