Working at a start-up: “And this is when I began to learn the real meaning of the startup credo ‘everyone chips in.'” — Chris Gage
Ooo baby: “You love HTML and producing web pages. You can recite hexadecimal values without a reference guide and dream in HTML. Your coded pages aren’t distinguishable from the Photoshop mockups, you can code any design given to you. You are quick as lightening and all your code is clean as a whistle.” — job listing at Cafepress.com.
“Stopped at my favorite book store, BookCourt, and was stunned anew by the sheer number of books. It looked like there were more books than human beings and I wondered if the publishing industry wasn’t some kind of money-laundering scam.” — Jonathan Ames
Joan Didion reminds us that sometimes it’s better to get the hell out of there: Goodbye to All That. This essay reminds me of a lot of things…. being 19 in New York, totally out of my element, walking home from work…. My strongest memories are of the sidewalk itself. I must’ve done a lot of looking down. I remember my new trendy sneakers, how my ankles looked in my new flared gray pants, how the curb looked when I stepped off it to avoid the crush of people or to hail a cab. I remember the hoods of cabs lunging toward me as they turned left, and I remember watching peoples’ ankles as they stepped out of cabs. I remember how the sidewalk looked after a good rain — not just wet but filmy, as though coated in a thin layer of liquid laundry detergent.
The essay also reminds me that I consider myself a minimalist in terms of living arrangements…. I haven’t unpacked boxes from when I moved here, have only hung up two posters, and in short never tried to make it feel like home. I’m the same way with food — I just buy the same items every time that I know I need, instead of building any kind of base of groceries for mix-and-match recipes. I always thought this trait was a good thing. I’m frugal! I can do with very little! But maybe part of the reason is that I just want to disappear, be a non-factor, a skinny shadow that isn’t bold enough to impose her presence on the world.
NASA claims there is no sun-eating man. Well then.
Flak magazine explains the allure of euchre. If I could only remember how to play it, it would be my favorite card game.
“If I forget you, I’m sorry.” — Maria, planning to pick me up for work