The Blue Danube

Sometimes you take a shot in the dark. It's 1 am pst. You Google the name of your long lost older brother (from another mother), you email to a dusty address (thankfully he posts opinions on message boards), and get a reply within the hour. He sends a photo of himself and your two absent older sisters. He's in Vienna until the Fall. He lives in Oakland. He's a PhD in Cognitive Science. He has taken in his mother's Lab, named Blue, who "she claimed to have named after that hit song from the 70s, Me and You and a Dog Named Blue. Of course, the real title was Me and You and a Dog Named Boo, but she
never let facts stand in her way." He is well and corresponding, and suddenly the world just got a little wider and rosier.

Maybe he knows Noam Chomsky.