I like how you stipulate that it was a (presumably human) baby. Well, Brett Butler was a chick, and Clarke has an e on the end? Totally fem.

But I like names that don't say much and leave it up to the person.

I promised myself I'd eat just the one chocolate bar before bed. But there's this dark chocolate and bacon one right here too...

When's your birthday, again, Kat?

And, unrelatedly, no answer on the swing set question? No one true way?

Ah, fuck it. I'ma have some more chocolate.

I would not hazard a guess on gender.

__Ana? Says girl to me.

I've had a fireplace over a year and have yet to have cooked anything via it (it's gas anyway, and it's the wrong season right now. But for ita, smores that she will find inexplicably disgusting at a time of her choosing!)

I sometimes wish I could plug into bob bob's brain. I should have taken more philosophy classes. My ability to formulate a reasonable argument is often so lacking, and I think when I spot it in others, I'm actually going apeshit on myself in a lot of ways.

Bob Bob is not here right now, otherwise I would get him to say this. But I will tell you the following, not because it is flattering but rather because of perspective: he tells all his classes (with whom he wins lots of arguments) that I'm better at arguing that he is. Which I think you've known me long enough to be unimpressed by, and you're right. I don't know anyone who regularly wins arguments, because context is so important. He was at a Kant conference last week where people he felt inferior to kept arguing that running ruins your knees. I gave him studies. He cited studies! But Robert Pippin [link] said, "well, I have me and five other runners who would disagree with that" and I said this morning in the car, "well didn't you say that the plural of anecdote is not data?" and no. But nonetheless, even top philosophers are prone to acting completely contrary to their training. Winning arguments is impossible.

Is this the Pablo I would have met?

Mm. That was a good choice, with the chocolate. Unless it stops me from sleeping, which I don't think....I mean, you drink hot chocolate before sleeping, right? Why don't I know this? I'm su[posed to have sleep hygeine down pat.

Yes! This is the Pablo you met (improbably blonde Pablo).

I like how you stipulate that it was a (presumably human) baby.

It's a bad habit. A NICU nurse once told us the secret that maternity nurses will not call an ugly baby cute just to placate the mother. What they will say instead is, "What a sweet baby."

K and I have shortened that to "Wow! It's a baby!" I think I was unintentionally riffing on that.

I think I skimmed the swing question. I'll have to go back and look.

It's a bad habit. A NICU nurse once told us the secret that maternity nurses will not call an ugly baby cute just to placate the mother. What they will say instead is, "What a sweet baby."

I am now concerned that the maternity nurses were secretly tasting my baby.

Whew! Swinging question clearly not for me! In fact, not in my wheelhouse even a little.

Baby toes are notoriously tasty.

Also, I am going to buy that foam roller you recommended because my fat ass actually smooshed my Target-bought foam roller into more of an oval and less of a circle.

I've been meaning to note, Tep, that Emmett used some of his hard-earned money to buy his own foam roller. He LOVES it to work out his sore muscle after doing cross-fit. We bought it from a medical supply place so presumably it will last.

Also, my birthday is July 26. This year we are celebrating on August 11.

K is driving up to Palo Alto tomorrow to buy lots of Fred Steak. And I'm figuring out how to do chocolate mice and caramel corn and other night circus treats.