Mixed Feelings
Starbucks is moving in down the street and I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's a step up for neighborhood hangouts. We don't have a decent coffee house in Albany Park. And, if it's a wireless Starbucks, then I can lug my laptop down
Immersed
I never realize how big a geek I am until I talk to a group of people who aren't. Tonight I told a group of library students about RSS, aggregators, taxonomy and information architecture and I felt like I was speaking a different language. I even refuted the statement that
When Your Boss Asks About Blogs…
I received a (potentially) heart-stopping e-mail from my boss this morning: Subject: Blogs Body: Do you participate in any? how? why? It's not that any of the blogs I run are particularly salicious salacious, defamatory or overly personal. I don't use co-worker's names, I don't trash the company, and my
Camping Hygiene
She: "Did you bring toothpaste?" Me: "Yeah, in my overnight bag. It's Close-up." She (singing): "Get a closer...now don't be shy..." Me: "Stop! That is not the Close-up theme song!" She: "Oh. What is it?" Me: "Arid Extra Dry. I don't need to think about deo while I'm brushing my
Diner Dinner
Waitress: "You get a salad with that. What kind of dressing do you want?" Me: "French?" Waitress: "What?" Me: "How about Catalina?" Waitress: "Look, this is a diner." Me: "Okay, what do you have?" Waitress: "Italian, Russian, Western..." Me: "Western. The orange stuff." Waitress: "Oh, is that the same as
Meeting Stress
She: "That meeting was five minutes late." Me: "It started five minutes late." She: "You could start without me." Me: "Then I'd cover ground twice." She: "What if I had production issues to attend to?" Me: "Did you have production issues?" She: "No." Me: "Then don't beat me up over
