so that's the kid. i will allow any of you who may be inclined to enter your own romanticized reflections of parenting. i will further allow you to assume that i am overcome with these emotions.

i am inspired intermittently by karlito-- an educated derilect with a penchant for hedonism. but as with every great hero our bandito has his achilles heal: he is bound by a sense of duty. the remnants of growing up the umpteenth child of a minister? the genetic coding of a blue-collar midwesterner? much time and effort is spent inquiring into the ontology of goodness and principle. i for one care very little how or why karl is, and instead care only that he is. i find him to be a bastian for intellectualism, proof that intellect is an end not a means.