It’s my party, and I’ll fry if I want to
I spent my birthday making bacon. There are far worse ways to turn 35. When I say “making bacon”, I’m not talking about the part… Read More »It’s my party, and I’ll fry if I want to
I spent my birthday making bacon. There are far worse ways to turn 35. When I say “making bacon”, I’m not talking about the part… Read More »It’s my party, and I’ll fry if I want to
It’s a quiet day here in Lanesboro, as we prepare for our annual New Year’s party, where friends from all over the world come visit… Read More »2007 – best of a tough year
Thanks to everyone who’s offered virtual tea and sympathy for my laptop crash. As of this evening, everything’s back to normal, and I don’t appear… Read More »Debugging
Yesterday, I woke up in London to the news that Global Voices was down, our lead designer was on an airplane and no one could… Read More »Crash
There’s that old joke: A tourist in New York asks a pretzel seller, “How do I get to Carnegie Hall?” He answers, “Practice, practice, practice.”… Read More »That’s how you get to Carnegie Hall
I like junk. I collect it. Old metal signs from long-dead businesses. The glass insulators that grounded telephone wires from their poles. Handplanes that haven’t… Read More »Detritus and happiness in Ecsari Market