Apropos of: not much–I had a dream recently in which “height” was not a measurable quality, and instead your upward appearance was measured by “vertical realness.”

Things I’ve overheard:

“I was throwing rocks into a metal dish. I apologize.”

“Now would be a really good time to get back to the cup of blood and start drinking.”

“Oops, it might have been me. I just ate something delicious and I may have sighed with pleasure.”

“Oh, I was going to say Noam Chomsky would be a good name for a dragon.”

“Wait, he’s trying to bite? Oh–right, he’s a vampire…but with his little-girl fingers.”

“I think he’s dead. At least in a very confidential way.”

“Is everyone happy to cause huge explosions?”

It’s very exciting around here.

I was on an island last weekend and at a beautiful house and now I can’t stop thinking about how an infinity pool should really be something defined by shape rather than by perpetual water flow.