7/19 Death Of A Salesman on Broadway. Saw gestures and facial expressions in Nathan Lane’s acting that I thought were unique to my father. They are not, and I realize how I have and will have the same gestures and expressions.

Apart from that, I had AI summarize decades of critical reception to me, and was very much surprised by the depth and complexity of the reasoning. There is no way I could have gotten to such a level of reflection without spending days or even months studying secondary literature.

You’d think that this time around, the young (who happen to be your children) would not fall into the misunderstanding that you fell into about old people. They won’t because they surely must realize it’s just you, not an old person somehow detached from them. But that is exactly how it will unfold.

Watched the World Cup Final at the edge of my seat for 120 minutes. Soccer looks very European to me today, and I mean that in a good sense – the wide open spaces, the strategy, the fewer points, the imprecision of the referee announcing the minutes of stoppage according to his whim. The internationality of it, which the American sports decidedly lack. The constant exaggerated displays of being hurt, though, are awkward.

Many Americans that I know are deep into European soccer – deeper than the prevalence of the sport in America itself would suggest. Like the one who was going on a trip to Europe where he could have watched a game of his favorite team, but wouldn’t because he was worried they might lose and plunge him into sadness.