Brief but real feelings of confusion followed by one of the best poems ever…

Ես իմ անուշ Հայաստանի արևահամ բարն եմ սիրում,
Մեր հին սազի ողբանվագ, լացակումած լարն եմ սիրում,
Արնանման ծաղիկների ու վարդերի բույրը վառման,
Ու Նայիրյան աղջիկների հեզաճկուն պա՛րն եմ սիրում։

Walking into Teatro alla Scala brought back childhood memories pushed away and almost forgotten. We would gather around at the playground at the observatory. We talked about different things and imagined the world that we didn’t have. In the summer, we would stay out past midnight, looking at the stars, talking, thinking, being children. We must have been no more than ten or twelve at the time…

A few years ago, my wife implemented a weekly program of getting over a dozen books from the library for the nightly reading with our children. Periodically, she gets a Dr. Seuss book or two which are truly enjoyable.

Past Sunday, we went with our son to a musical called the Seussical at the Wheelock Family Theatre which brought together many of his stories into a very nice performance…

I was thinking during my commute how quick the integration of new discoveries is these days. Perhaps it’s another side effect of easy information that new products, new inventions, new processes and new methods are analyzed, internalized, and digested so fast. Take the iPhone…