god bless you, mr. rosewater...

kurt vonnegut passed away yesterday.

when i was a disgruntled teenager, determined not to read david copperfield or any of the books that my father was sure i would love, i dusted off dad's old copies of _slaughterhouse five_ and _jailbird_ and fell in love with kurt vonnegut.

i just gasped out loud at seeing the headline about vonnegut's death. i know this is so corny, but the man is somewhat of a hero to me -- he's brilliant, he's funny, his writing is like a really witty and insightful inside joke, like a wink, as if vonnegut had our numbers all along.

dear mr. vonnegut, may you rest in peace, forever in those places where all kinds of different truths fit together.

xoxoxo