tavie.com

With no immediate work to do and weary of reading essays about the poet, I decided to randomly search on Google for people I haven't seen in years. I discovered that my old violin teacher is now teaching at a college in Wisconsin, and that my old piano teacher, Anda, had her two children, my old playmates Peter and Mary, with a creepy psychopath.

It was innocent enough. I searched for "Anda" and "piano" and found a page that apparently contained photos of my old teacher with her children, who I remember from my piano lessons. (Specifically, I remember my friend Adam and I crowding into Anda's car with Peter and Mary on Wednesday afternoons, driving to Sunset Park School of Music, or occasionally Anda's house, which was better because she had Dannon frozen yogurt bars.) But for some reason I couldn't get into the page, so I IMed Steve, who told me how to view it. He added that the page was a Something Awful Link of the Day last week.

"What, Anonymizer?" I asked innocently.

"No, Sam Sloan's page," he replied.

This one is the creepiest of all. He got the picture on it from the court files. My innocent trip down memory lane has turned all ooky and curdled, like a Dannon frozen yogurt bar left out in the sun.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:18 PM | shower me with attention