So it goes.

I was going to post photos of a couple of recently completed knitting projects, but then I read this:

Kurt Vonnegut, Writer of Classics of the American Counterculture, Dies at 84

And now I'm thinking about a presentation on Cat's Cradle Art Black and I did in high school. We dressed as beat poets and Art played bongos as I recited some of Bokonon's calypsos; it was the highlight of eleventh-grade English for me. (Our teacher had never heard of Kurt Vonnegut -- can you believe that? Shame on you, Mrs. Maggard.) At some point, either that year or the next, some friends and I went to Actors Theatre to watch him give a reading (the content of which later ended up as part of Timequake). We tried really hard to meet him afterwards, and his assistant was apologetic as she explained that while he loved meeting with young people, it was late and he was very tired. I've always regretted that.

So, Kurt Vonnegut is dead. Wouldn't it be fantastic if he could tell us what happens next?