Who is What and Which is Who?

My wife and I have mirror minds. We say the same thing so often we don’t even comment on it but just do a high five.

Unprompted, we both seem to see ourselves as Don.

Except that neither of us is an FBI guy. I’ve got the shades; she’s got the posture.

Occasionally (or more often than that), we each see the other as the arrogant know it all Charlie.

Smart, yes, but also with a bad case of Y-pants.

Sometimes we’re not the same person. I have an annoying habit of being dad…

But not so much the aging hippy.

While she can do a very good impression of the much smarter than everybody else Amita…

The cute polymath.

…or as she sees it…

The much much cuter polymath.

All of which disguises the fact that we’re both much more like Larry, the genuinely wifty guy who lives in a quantum universe that sometimes beds him down in steam tunnels under the university and sometimes in a Buddhist monastery.

Yeah, we’re both this cute in our separate but equal ways.

I was going to explain the new math that has emerged from our interactions, our atomic collisions if you will. No time now. We’re on call after all

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