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Youth Bio

Age negative 9 months: Conceived in Ironwood, Michigan — as the result of mother swallowing a watermelon seed, according to (humorously intended) family lore. (LINK)

Age 0: Born on the cusp of Daylight Savings Time, with my first hour of life lasting two clock-hours, 9 lbs., 20 1/2 inches, dark blue eyes, dark brown hair. Mother, age 22; Father, age 21. Mom remembers the obstetrician talking about the White Sox game (that they won) with the nurses, while she was in the delivery room giving birth to me. Thirteenth grandchild on my mother’s side and first grandchild on my father’s side. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 21 days to 15 1/2 months: Baby milestones. (PDF)

Age 3 months: (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 7 months, 29 days: Took first steps.

Age 18 months: Possible earliest memory. I think we drove to a picnic with a lot of people at a park, got out of our yellow car and Dad playfully threw me up in the air next to the car and caught me. There’s a photo of me at just such a picnic from around that time, sitting on a blanket next to my dad’s dad.

Age 18 months: Another memory from around this time or earlier or later. Seems to me I thought that my dad’s parents’ house was two different places, depending on if it was daytime or nighttime. Looking up the dark stairwell towards the upstairs at night made an impression on me.

Age 1: Lock of hair. (LINK)

Age 1: First family portrait. (LINK)

Age 1: My 15th first cousin is born (Mom’s third oldest sister’s fifth child). He stayed with us six months later for a short time and he and I were taking a nap upstairs in my bedroom (I’m told) when an infamous event in US history occurred — an event that causes flashback memories in people who were alive at that time. My mom first learned of the event while glancing at the television at a distance, from the kitchen. Dad had (probably) just visited for noontime lunch and left, learning about the event while listening to his car radio. (LINK)(LINK)

Ages 1-6: Birthdays. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 2: Photo. (LINK)

Age 2: Photo with Dad in the paper. (LINK)

Age 2 years, 9 months: First sibling born — baby brother. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 3: Loved to draw and color (“By age 3 1/2 I could stay in the lines when I colored and could draw lots of things.”)

Age 3: Loved to sing songs (“Momma says I carry a very good tune, even if I goof the words sometimes.”)

Age 3 1/2: Played first board games (“‘Candy Land’ and ‘Hi Ho Cherry O’ — I really know how to play and sometimes I even win.”)

Ages 3 and 4: Artwork. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 3 1/2: Halloween costume. (LINK)

Age 3 years, 9 months: Second and final sibling born — baby brother. I was excitedly waving my hands up and down while looking through my grandparents’ (mom’s parents’) living room window when my mom arrived in a car, cradling the baby in a white blanket in her arms. I don’t remember the hand-waving part, but I do distinctly remember looking through the window (with the sheer white curtain) and seeing my mom got out of the car at the curb, holding my new brother. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 3-6: Idyllic memories of tulips and sunshiny days in the backyard. Played in the sandbox and on the swings. Rode in little yellow car. Played with brothers and neighbor friends, including best friend Brucie. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 3 years, 3 months: Photo. (LINK)

Age 4: Had my first scientific-like thoughts while watching the moon’s position relative to the roofs of passing houses, as we drove down the street at night. I wondered why the moon didn’t seem to move, though I thought it should. A sweeping beam of light that kept recurring at medium intervals added to the ambiance (a rotating search light used at the nearby airport). (LINK)

Age 4: My Great-grandfather died. My first experience with death. Went to his burial in Michigan with my dad and have a vivid memory of the casket being lowered into the ground. He worked for many years as an underground driver in an iron mine. He had been a widower since the Great Depression. One of my dad’s favorites. He had spoken with a Polish accent. Holding up the margarine he’d say, “This is butter — butter than nothing!” My memories of him are very vague, but he was my closest link to the Old World. Have a definite memory of waking up in an upstairs bedroom, which may have been the room I was conceived in.

Age 4: Had a vivid nightmare/“awake-mare.” Woke up as I was falling out bed. Thought I saw a little white man pulling me out of bed. Flew up the stairs on all fours screaming for mommy. Had to lay on her stomach and fall asleep that way so the “little white man” couldn’t reach up from under his bed where his “factory” was. I saw him again in my mom’s room, several feet away, and shouted at the top of my lungs: “GET OUT OF HERE!!!” and he walked through the wall or window to the outside and never came back. Looking back as an adult, I see that the figure looked like the “Gingerbread Man” from a children’s book. I think that story traumatized me somehow, coupled maybe with my recent experience with my great-grandfather dying. Also around this time I remember my uncle reassuring me, “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

Age 4: I liked this popular joke: “What did the big chimney say to the little chimney? — You’re too young to smoke!” I think I laughed at it without really getting it! Also: “Why did the chicken cross the road?”

Age 4 1/2: My first very own pumpkin. (LINK)

Age 4 1/2: Christmas. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 4. More artwork. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 4 3/4: Helped Mom by doing dishes (“Mommy was so proud of me. She said I really did it good.”)

Age 5: Photo in the backyard. (LINK)

Age 5: Three peas outside of the pod. (LINK)

Age 5 1/2: Did not attend kindergarten due to the school district canceling kindergarten for one year after voters turned down a school bond. Mom taught me at home. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 6: First bike. (LINK)

Age 6: I remember Grandpa (Mom’s dad) playing Chinese checkers with me while he was sitting on his black recliner in the living room. When we came over he used to say, “There’s BKI, BKII and BKIII!” (since all of our names started with B and our middle names started with K), then he would shake my hand up and down vigorously for several seconds and then rub my head. After that he might show me his “second elbow,” which was a small fat tumor near his elbow that he could move around. (When I was 27, I had to have exactly the same kind of fat tumor removed near one of my elbows!) I also remember riding in the back of Grandpa’s Rambler with Grandpa driving and Grandma sitting in the front. They had the back seat covered with a thick plastic cover to keep it clean and kid-proof. The only thing about Grandma that I remember on those visits to their house was that she would often use a neat cheese slicer to slice us some good-tasting Velveeta cheese.

Age 6 years, 4 months: First day of school in first grade at a public school (“...had to eat lunch with the older children because of seating shortage and all the teachers thought he was a real big boy and a gentleman.”) (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 6-7: First-grade teacher, Mrs. D. Fiftyish woman who seemed really old and walked with a limp. Not too friendly then, but was very friendly when I visited her in her home years later.

Ages 6-7: Artwork done in first grade. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 6 1/2: Fell off the slide on the playground at school. Spent the night in the hospital. First time I saw a “curly bracket” { in math when looking at a math book that my grandma (my dad’s mom) gave me at the hospital. The curly-bracket somehow captured my interest and possibly led to my interest in symbols, which led to computer programming and math, which led to linguistics, which led to my interest in language teaching, education and philosophy. What inspired my grandma to give me the math book? Perhaps because grandpa, after being high school valedictorian, was unable to attend college due to the stock market crash occurring four months after he graduated, leading into the Great Depression during his prime. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 6 1/2: New first-grade teacher, Mrs. W. When I went back to visit my old school years later, she was still teaching in the same room! She explained that she and the other primary-grade teachers did not fully adhere to the prescribed Dick and Jane-based reading curriculum and they used their best judgment to include phonics lessons. Great memory of project where we each took home a cocoon in a glass jar and watched it turn into a butterfly.

Age 7: Baby book (as a living document). (PDF) (252 MB)

Ages 7 and 8: Dad took me to the annual Labor Day boat races and let me indulge in drinking too much soda. I drank three or four paper cups of soda until I felt sick to my stomach. Another time, after just arriving at the boat races (perhaps the next year with more family members), a very slow moving car actually rolled over the tops of both of my feet as we were trying to walk out of the grassy parking lot. I didn’t feel any pain.

Ages 7-8: Second grade with Mrs. B. Very conscientious. Pretty good teacher, though I disliked arithmetic class work, which felt like a chore. I remember putting down my oversized pencil, looking at my neighbor and thinking something like, “Ten more years of this?” I liked the carbon paper/hidden drawings math worksheets, though. Being shy, I successfully dodged having to celebrate my birthday in the cafeteria in front of the whole school by not reminding anyone it was my birthday, with no one noticing it listed on the big calendar on the back wall of our classroom. I was caught the next day, though, and we celebrated a day late. (LINK)

Ages 7-8: Wonderful memories of my Dad’s new roofing company partner who became a close family friend. He took my brothers and me, plus our close neighbor friends to an amusement park (“Adventureland” in northern Illinois), a local carnival, our first airplane ride and first boat ride. He was killed by a train at an unmarked crossing due (probably) to not wearing his eyeglasses and then being under the care of an inept physician who didn’t reduce the pressure build-up in his brain caused by internal bleeding. I cried in my room for two straight hours after being told. (LINK)

Age 8: Stayed up for the first time until very late at night with best friend David and my brothers, imagining how we could build a real helicopter out of a lawn mower engine and a TV antenna. We went to the junk yard the next day and quickly gave up on the idea. For a few hours that night we had been true believers.

Ages 8-9: Third-grade with Mrs. B., a sweet older lady who said I was “very creative.” Read my first full-length book (probably either Pilgrim Courage, adapted from William Bradford’s writings, or The Coming of the Pilgrims, a juvenile version of the same book). It felt like the book went on forever, as I lay on the floor near my parents’ bed one calm Saturday morning, catching the rays of light coming in the window, finishing it. I corresponded with Mrs. B. years later and she sent me the first-ever essay that I wrote that she had kept in a scrapbook. (LINK)

Age 8 1/2: First kiss on the cheek. We used to play hide and seek. I would always hide behind the stuffed chair in the living room and she would always find me. The “penalty” for being caught was a kiss on the cheek.

Age 8 1/2: Had the most amazing Christmas of my life. Waking up and seeing the tree decorated with tinsel and toys underneath was perhaps the most memorable and exciting moment of my childhood. The night before we drove home late from Grandpa and Grandma’s house (Dad’s parents) with all five of us in the cab of Dad’s International Harvester pick-up. We kids kept looking out the back window and mom and dad (I found out years later) were worried we would see the gifts in the back, but it was too dark to see them. We got a flat tire one block from home and had to walk the last block. Got cowboy boots for Christmas that I wore to school every day. Best friend Danny had cowboy boots as well. Sometimes I even wore my frontier-style, Davy Crocket jacket with fringe on the sleeves. Also got an electric race-car track. One of my gifts malfunctioned and Mom asked Santa where he bought the gift. We went to that store (a large department store) and couldn't get it replaced, so I got a Tonka bulldozer in its place.

Age 9: Our New Home. (PDF)

Ages 9-10: Fourth grade. On the first day of school, I hit a line drive playing wiffle ball that went over a classmate’s head at shortstop (John S.) I ran the bases to make an inside-the-park home run and was hero for a day. Read two same books that my mom had read when she was my age and recommended to me, The Good Bad Boy, by Gerald Thomas Brennan, and also a Babe Ruth biography.

Age 9: 9 X 6 was the last multiplication fact that I memorized. Good experience with independent study in math, which was a popular trend in elementary education at the time.

Ages 9-11: Got paid $2 per week helping dad on week-long visits. Broke down boxes on pizza truck run. (LINK)

Ages 9-12: Went to Grandma’s (Mom’s mom) often to be babysat while mom attended community college. Wonderful memories of playing Yahtzee, Mille Bornes, Scrabble, High Low Jack and the Game, Aggravation, Trouble, Perquacky, Game of the States, and Go to the Head of the Class. We once rolled three Yahtzees in a row (going around the table). (LINK)

Age 10: More swimming lessons (at the public swimming pool).

Ages 10-11: Fifth grade with Mrs. R., who was my Great Aunt V. She taught me during her 50th year of teaching. She had started in a one-room country schoolhouse at age 19. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 10: The Birth of the Disseminator. (PDF)

Age 10: First eyeglasses. (LINK)

Ages 10-11: Little league baseball (minor league), jersey No. 4, first baseman. I mostly bunted and had a very high batting average (.900-plus?). Ran the bases well.

Age 11: Trip to Montecello amusement park in Indiana with Dad, brothers, Dad’s girlfriend Kathy and her two kids (who looked like the boy and girl in the Chitty Chitty Bang Bang movie). Memorable experience with Dad pointing out the Big Dipper at night. Slept in tent. Dad’s change fell out of his pockets while upside down on a ride that I accompanied him on. A kind, older lady picked up the coins and returned them to my dad after we got off. I asked my dad if I was old enough to ride the big rollercoaster and he cautioned me that I might get scared and pee my pants, so I decided not to risk it. Missed the first day of school (which was only scheduled as a half day).

Ages 11-12: Sixth grade with Mr. D. Great teacher. Inspired us with Vince Lombardi stories. My first male homeroom teacher. (LINK)

Age 11: Participated in school science fair, entry on the constellations created with 6th-grade classmate, Jim G. Third-place ribbon awarded.

Age 11: Played floor hockey (defense) with sixth-grade classmates at a community organization on Saturday afternoons. My team members experimented with smoking cigarettes after at least one game, but I did not join in. Tragically, our goalie (with whom I collaborated closely on the court) later committed suicide as an adult, after returning from war. This community organization where we played was the same organization that my grandfather (mom’s dad) helped to build by collecting donations as a teen (which is how he met my grandmother). My mom and dad spent a lot of time there together as teens. Grandpa became a state leader in this organization, causing Grandma to be hospitalized later for exhaustion after greeting the hundreds of people who attended his funeral.

Age 11: Watched The Great Escape on TV with brothers. Inspired by the heroic actions of character Roger Bartlett (code name “Big X”), especially when he was cornered while trying to escape and got away by speaking perfect French and perfect German. Became my favorite movie. Was also very impressed by Bartlett’s leadership skills and the respect his men gave him. (“Let’s pretend were not looking at him, so the goons won’t think he’s important.”) Impressed by the men’s ingenuity and rationality.

Ages 11-12 1/2: Newspaper route. Won a trip to Fort Knox, KY. Visited Churchill Downs in Louisville, KY. We were told that a soldier had recently gone on a joy ride in a tank through the city.

Age 12: Having fun in the park. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 12: All-star game, little league baseball (minor league). Played first base. I batted with two outs in the bottom of the ninth-inning, hitting the ball down the third base line. I would have had a triple and been the tying run at third base, had an inexperienced umpire not called me out incorrectly. (He thought the force-out applied, but it didn’t.) My younger brother played in the same game on that same all-star team with me, as the second baseman. (LINK)

Age 12: Seventh grade in public school. Had a great math teacher, Mrs. B. She was one of my first (of an initial three) Black teachers. She drove a white Mustang (non-classic style), parked under the window near our school building. I enjoyed learning how to change numbers from one base to another. This made five straight years of good experiences with math, a trend which would continue for two more years. After that, I focused on computers, which I worked on consistently from ages 14 to 22, after having first wanted to get into the field at age 10 when a neighbor taught me what a computer was.

Age 12 and 9 months: Took first cross-country trip, moving from Illinois to California. Spent the night in Jefferson City, MO (after driving over the Mississippi River and seeing the Arch at night); Oklahoma City, OK (swam in indoor pool during snowstorm); Gallup, NM (my first time at a high elevation); and Needles, CA (ate pancakes at Sambo’s restaurant). Saw the Pacific Ocean for the first time in Long Beach, CA.

Age 12 and 9 months: The Big Trip. (PDF)

Age 12 and 9 months: New seventh-grade classes in public school in California. New words in California: “hike” (ride on handlebars) and “zories” (thongs for feet while camping in the mountains or going to the beach). People wrote with “pens,” instead of “pins.” My first ever game of soccer played during P.E. class. (LINK)

Ages 12-13: Living in California. (PDF)

Age 13: New family dog. (LINK)

Age 14: The beginning of the Matching-Shirts Portrait Era (LINK)

Age 14: Won first trophy (in ping pong). Took tennis lessons.

Age 14: School camera club member. Learned how to develop black-and-white photographs in the dark room. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 14: Gave the first-ever presentation in my life (besides show-and-tell at age 8) in English class on the topic of Boolean algebra. “What can you use it for?” one girl asked. I was calm and collected, contrasted with the next presentation I gave during biology class during the summer school the next year (on the topic of the Bison bison, in a medium-sized lecture room with stadium seating) in which I was fairly nervous. (LINK)

Age 14: First camping trip in the mountains with Mom and two brothers and family friends. Camped two nights at Nelder Grove campground in the Sierra Nevadas north of Oakhurst, CA. Climbed up 10-foot-plus tall giant-sequoia tree stump. Swam and bathed in frigid creek water. Got dirt in my nose. Had a sing-a-long. Ate “s’mores.” Hiked in forest and saw huge sequoia trees for the first time. Bravely dove off 12-to-15-foot ledge over pool of water in the creek with the other kids into very chilly water — a lot of fun. (LINK)

Ages 14-15: Ninth-grade math teacher took me and two other boys to the nearby high school to learn programming on a Wang personal computer one day per week after school. My first computer program produced a printed chart that I called a “Pizza Price Finder.” It showed the cost per square inch for various-sized pizzas. (LINK) (LINK)

Ages 14-15: Took a tour of NASA’s Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena. We students voted to spend our class’ special gifted-students’ fund on this, rather than purchase calculators (which didn’t help with geometry anyway) or make some other purchase. This was an early experience in school-based participatory democracy. This was a more effective learning experience in government than other activities (such as the previous straw vote for US president four years before, when the candidate who won our classroom straw vote ending up resigning from office in disgrace, which was an incredible spectacle to watch as a child.) My geometry teacher suggested that I get involved in student government and I quickly replied that I didn’t think the student officials had any real power (i.e., influence). (LINK)

Ages 14-15: Newspaper carrier. Won fifth place in citywide subscription gathering contest. Won a small television set and also a trip to Great America amusement park and got to take a friend. I really liked the “Indy 800” video game where eight kids/teens played at the same time.

Ages 14-15: Varsity tennis team. Awarded athletic letter. (LINK)

Age 15: Dad moved to California and lived with his new girlfriend, 2 1/2 hours away by car. I was thrilled to see him again, after being estranged from him for two years. In a few months I was able to begin visiting him a few times during three-day weekends by taking the Greyhound bus. Sometimes (in the upcoming two years) Mom would drive us boys halfway from our direction and he and his girlfriend would drive halfway from their direction and they would take one of us to their place for the weekend. Once we had a picnic lunch all together at the midway point.

Age 15: My second effort at public speaking: a ten-minute lecture in my biology summer school class on the American plains bison (bison bison). It was a large class with stadium seating and I was nervous (taught by Mrs. E. and Mr. E.) We got to go on field trips all over California, including the museums and aquarium at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco, and more.

Age 15: Second camping trip in the mountains near Huntington Lake, CA. Had fun walking in the creek and eating “s’mores” (like the year before with the same family friends, but there were no giant sequoia trees this time).

Age 15: Letter to Grandma. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 15 1/2: Too busy to get into trouble. (LINK)

Ages 15-16: High school junior-varsity tennis team during my sophomore year. I hovered low in the rankings on our team roster, in third-to-last or second-to-last spot. I didn’t place too much importance on it. Later when I was 18 I learned that I had flat feet, which was probably the problem.

Age 15 1/2 to 16: During the spring and summer I would take the bus to the university and sneak into the computer labs, looking over the older college students’ shoulders to get passwords. One day I witnessed and participated in an exciting event (what I realized later was) the first time the Internet had been used in Fresno. (LINK)

Age 16 1/2: Thanksgiving with Dad at our house. (LINK)

Age 17: First trip in a jet airplane. (LINK)

Age 17: Senior yearbook photo (taken during the summer before my senior year) (LINK)

Age 17 1/2: Traveled to Reno with our pop-vocal group (“Soundsation”). I played bass guitar. (LINK)

Age 18: Went on two backpacking trips in the Sierra Nevada Mountains with close friend, Bill. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 18: First university lecture was a memorable one, during calculus class, about a (fictional) boy who was able to come up with a geometrical proof of the Pythagorean theorem on his own (referring to Aldous Huxley’s short story: Young Archimedes). The professor, who was once the president of the Sierra Club, kept his very long hair from his hippie days. Got “F’s” on my first two calculus exams, due to being used to just coasting through high school. Learned to buckle down a study more. Got straight A’s thenceforth and pulled my final grade up to a high B. (LINK)

Age 18: Triplets. (LINK)

Age 19: Went on third and final mountain backpacking trip. Took off on short notice with friend Bill in the hopes of seeing the Perseid Meteor Showers better from a high elevation. In spite of a forest ranger’s misgivings, we decided to climb up a horse trail north of Huntington Lake up towards Kaiser Peak. We made it up in one day, but I got sick and nearly exhausted myself. Put a strain on my heart. By nightfall I was so tired that I only caught a few meteors before conking out. Also saw a few satellites. Took a different trail down the next morning and had to hitchhike back to truck. The first (and only) time in my life that I hitchhiked. Feet fared better this time due to wearing orthotics.

Age 20: Accompanied younger brother on his high school jazz band’s tour of Central Europe. Saw the Atlantic Ocean for the first time after flying out of New York. First time being out of the country, which made a big impression. Favorite memory: watching an exciting World Cup soccer game in a hotel community room. (LINK)

Age 20 1/2: Letter to Great-Aunt Vicky (my 5th-grade teacher): (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 21: My best photos. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 21: My best professor. (LINK)

Age 21: Second trip to Illinois. Wore bright-colored striped shirts and shorts picked out for me by my girlfriend. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 22: Returned to Nelder Grove with Dad, the same place where we (Mom, brothers and family friends) had camped eight years earlier. The same rangers were there. Enjoyed playing cribbage with dad. Precious memories and catching up on experiences lost due to dad’s prior alcoholism. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 23: New college graduate. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 23: Spent two months in Münster, Westphalia, West Germany with a wonderful host family. There were two precious girls, ages 9 and 11, and one son age 16. Ate good food. Became much more fluent in German. Accompanied family on vacation to Montana-Vermala, Valais, Switzerland. Visited Zermatt and saw the Matterhorn. (LINK) Vacationed in 150-year-old farm house in the Lüneburger Heide near Lübeck. Trip to West Berlin and Communist East Berlin with the other exchange students. (LINK) (LINK)(LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 23: Trip across country in RV with German host brother and my blended family. Shampooed hair in the Colorado River. Spent night in Dallas in ritzy corner room overlooking downtown Dallas. Visited relatives in Illinois. Drove to Washington, DC to deposit me there for graduate school (towing my white Ford Escort). Visited Washington, Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials, Air and Space Museum, and Mt. Vernon. Toured inside of White House.

Age 23: Began graduate studies in linguistics at “The world’s only liberal arts college for the deaf.” Communicated with American Sign Language much more often than with English. Even my professors lectured in ASL. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24 1/2: For Mr. D. (my 6th-grade teacher). (LINK)

Age 24: Graduate student researcher. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24: Enjoying the research. (PDF)

Age 24: Chess in the mountains. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24: Trip to New York City with friend Luis. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24: Attended World Series Games 6 and 7 in New York. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 24: Echoes. (LINK)

Age 24 1/2: A poem. (LINK)

Age 24 1/2: Talk. (LINK)

Age 24 1/2: Impossible crushes. (PDF)

Age 25: Two. (LINK)

Age 26: Lectured in Uruguay; made new friends. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 26: An unusual living room. (LINK)

Age 26: Linguistics professors. (LINK)

Age 26: Another friend. (LINK)

Age 27: A recipe. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 28: Adventures in Berlin. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 28: More Berlin excerpts. (PDF)

Age 28 1/2: Alone in the Woods poem (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: A fun experiment with words. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: Another one. (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: The Splendor of Your Light. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 28 1/2: Meaningful meaninglessness. (PDF)

Age 29: What is the Force? (LINK)

Age 29: Waiting. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Our Last Farewell. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Another poem. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Endless rearrangements. (LINK)

Age 29: Yet another poem. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Life Actually. (PDF)

Age 29: Miles Davis Poem. (LINK) (LINK) (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Rat race. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29: Paradox. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29 1/2: Dinner with Dad. (LINK)

Age 29 1/2: Still one more poem. (LINK) (LINK)

Age 29 1/2: Opposite charges. (LINK)



























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