May 1. First two weeks of computer-assisted bilinguality. The nasty: I can cheat. I don’t need to translate precisely because I can always claim that the inaccuracy of the translation goes in exactly the direction I wanted anyway. It’s all a live-object operation, one way or the other.

First evening on the Baylander. There’s such incredible promise in closing in the fall and opening again in the spring. The music is good and the people are beautiful, everyone is dating the hell out of it, all the successes and all the imperfections are out in the open. My son does dance moves, my daughter critiques lyrics with me. Every little thing – ’s gonna be alright. Okay, we get that with the little things. So what about the big things? Anything we can say about that?