Kurt Vonnegut, my favorite author, whose book Mother Night has long provided me with a username, and insight into human failings despite best intentions, died last night. The New York Times carries the story here. Tiger got to hunt, Bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder, "Why, why, why?" Tiger got to sleep, Bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand. Goodnight Mr. Vonnegut.