A New Hope

We watched the first half of Star Wars IV yesterday with Li yesterday afternoon for the first time; she loves it.

We’ve started: We watched the first half of Star Wars IV yesterday with Li for the first time. The Millenium Falcon just got pulled into the Death Star after coming out of light speed only to find that Alderaan had been obliterated by the Empire. I’d forgotten how bad the movie is: bad acting, bad dialog, bad effects, and unfortunately we’re watching the version that Mr. Lucas “added” stuff to. I’d also forgotten how many iconic dialog lines came out of this first movie, too. Li loves it…

Seven Years

Yesterday, we celebrated seven years with Li.

Yesterday, we celebrated seven years with Li. Seven years…

Sort of a mind-boggling figure in some ways.

Part of that celebration was looking back at what led up to that day in Nanchang, and the days and weeks immediately after, both through the lenses of our collective memories and through what I captured here (which was a great reminder to me of why I occasionally scribble something here and a strong encouragement for me to continue doing so).


On the relative size of brains, and how fast the brain of one 8-year old is…

Scene: Family driving home in the car Saturday evening; 8-year old Li, in the back seat.

Li, apropos of nothing: “Dad, bottlenose dolphins have larger brains than humans.”

Me: “I’m not surprised; they’re bigger than humans.”

Li: “That doesn’t mean anything. Stegasauruses had brains the size of a walnut.”

Me: “What about elephants? Their brains have to be bigger than ours.”

Li: “Why do you think that?”

Me: “Look at how big their heads are; why else would they need heads that big?”

Li: “To support their ears.”


Watching Li read on the couch: it seems to include some personal form of yoga or tai chi as she goes from prone on her stomach to standing (yes, standing) to squatting to sitting to lying on her back, then to the floor with her feet on the couch and back to sitting on the couch over the course of about 5 minutes… and all of those transitions occurring smoothly and slowly with the book open and held in both hands, and without any apparent interruption of the reading.

I wonder if she is aware of her movement.