Woo!

Yesterday I became an uncle!

Eleanor Melanie Vincent was squeezed out of my big sister at the pretty civilized time of 7:35 PM. Early reports indicate that she is a baby.

Another thing of note that happened yesterday - I rode 60 stories in an elevator decorated with images of dolphins swimming through outer space, jostling with various gas giants that were depicted with an unrealistic clutter of rings - the cab suffused in pelagic light and the kind of wafting mood music that I associate with slightly incompetent massages.

It was as though I had been briefly transported to an alternate reality in which Seal's career had been taken extremely seriously and had ushered in an Aquarian age.

You can get an impression of the experience if you watch this and imagine that instead of Seal in the video it is me, and instead of singing and pretending to play a loom I am just looking around in kind of an alarmed way.