So maybe this isn’t the best topic for this moment– re-inaugurating the ‘blog so to speak– but I had this dream the other night about which I keep think­ing: it’s sim­ple, and it’s also per­haps indica­tive of my computer-addled brain, but I dreamt I was using this computer-drawing pro­gram that was some weird intu­itive merger of Pho­to­shop and some 3-D thing like Maya. The idea was that I could draw any­thing, and when I held the ctrl but­ton (to be hon­est, I can’t remem­ber if it was a Mac or PC), it imme­di­ately ren­dered the draw­ing in a sim­ple 3-D. But the best part is, when­ever I did that, it would turn my pen tool into a knife tool so I could carve off bits, and they would fall off with vir­tual grav­ity. Per­fect for draw­ing a ruined cas­tle, which– you can prob­a­bly guess– was exactly what I was drawing.

As a side note, doesn’t Sigur Ros sound like some­thing like the slow, majes­tic, time-lapse march of gold– and emerald-colored lichens?

There is much to tell you, gen­tle reader– much more than I have time for this mild sub­trop­i­cal morn­ing in San Diego. But I shed the warm blan­kets of blogging-laziness to announce one thing: Thurs­day, June 22nd, saw the unanticipatedly-kind CIS offi­cial smil­ingly stamp­ing Iryna’s pass­port– and Katya’s by phys­i­cal asso­ci­a­tion– with the “Green Card” stamp. My wife and stepchild– Con­di­tional Per­ma­nent Residents!

I tried to find an image– via Googling– of a Green Card to jazz up the post with an ‘visual’, but the sites & images that came up were, let’s say, sketchy. And if it takes more than 35 sec­onds of Googling, it prob­a­bly isn’t worth it. But there is noth­ing to worry about– words still have the power.

More to say, more to say… but I am sit­ting at the Del Mar table, sip­ping cof­fee, and the day begins to move towards sun­light and activ­ity. So I can do this for only a lit­tle bit; but a vast arc of hope and expec­ta­tion has come to its con­clu­sion. It is in the nature of these things to not pause, but open up the doors to all the other activ­i­ties now required, and we tend to for­get the sin­gu­lar­ity of this moment.

The last thing that I want to say is that Katya is telling me that she dreamed about blow­ing a giant gin­ger­bread man’s head off with a machine gun, while in the girls bath­room of dreamland.…