Of course, I knew this last night...but best to wait for the official call.
I am happy and proud. Beyond that, there is precious little time to dwell upon oneself with so much important material "back blogged" and needing to hit the internet ASAP.
Pictured above is my 11-year-old son, Alex, who can go up against a computer in a chess game and wipe the floor with its electronic guts. Playng chess, Alex also killed everybody in two classes of 6th graders in an elimination tournament. Board Chair Peter Teachout has felt the wrath of Alex in games of Halo, where Alex favors "plasma grenades" as his weapon of choice. Why do I bring this up?
The whole reason I am in North Minneapolis is to be near my son, and to be a meaningful part of his life, and make this neighborhood a fit place for Alex to visit or even to live. Everything that happens on this blog happens because this 11-year-old child exists, a child who dreams of attending MIT and learning how to make robots that will "help people."
Or take over the world. One of those two things.
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