Wednesday, August 20, 2008


We did finally make it to visit with Alex's other wife, the Mets, last Thursday.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Algodon (or why is the self so afraid of being stuck with another self? or thanks, walker percy)

“Why it is that of all the billions and billions of strange objects in the Cosmos-novas, quasars, pulsars, black holes-you are beyond doubt the strangest?”

We celebrate two years.

And yes, marriage is bewonderment.
Sometimes, marriage feels like getting lost.
Mostly though, it's like being found.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008


While it may not be the audience that Alex originally set out to attract, like cubs to honey, the 3-and-under crowd has discovered Alex's music and has proven to be some of the most enthusiastic in terms of providing listener support. I mean that. When Alex played at the Pavilion for Fridays After Five, morning recess delight ensued in the pit where drunken hippie dancing usually happens. We've now figured out that in pull-ups or in diapers, they'll come waddling out to his concerts when they're before 7.30. They listen to his records, and some even shred air guitars (it might look sort of like panicked belly-scratching). I think it's kind of awesome.

This is a letter that Alex got in the mail today from a favorite pre-school fan. More details on their fan-musician correspondance can be found at Alex's website ( Elias has a special way with knowing just when to send that encouraging word. Thanks, Elias : ).