January 2006

Jan 29, 2006 4

Ich bin ein pimp

So I’m lounging in front of the 12″ at my country house this afternoon, sipping bourbon, going to traffic school, when who should show up but Andrew Ward, photographer, and his lovely wife, Alex (or as Supah-Pimp likes to call her, AlexandraCreative). Not a total surprise, I suppose, as Alex was to become the newest […]

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Airborne works pretty well. Chicago can still kick my immune system’s ass. No matter how light it feels in the store, the 12″ PowerBook morphs into an Acme anvil after two hours on your back. If you live in the Midwest, you resign yourself to a winter of frozen ears or Hat Head. Call me […]

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While my rancor towards a certain piggy software monolith is perfectly justified (viral marketing comment b.s. from monolith weasel-flunkies notwithstanding), I had found myself getting a wee bit cranky in general. Too much work is usually a good thing for me, especially when it involves a mix of the design and the acting varieties (the […]

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Jan 11, 2006 22

Color me open source

Dear Microsoft: Go fuck yourself. Seriously: go take a long walk off a short pier. Better yet, how about taking a running leap off a rocky cliff into a huge, gaping void and on the way down, shoving whatever loose, dangling appendage happens to be handy up your greedy, corporate ass? Because really, you should […]

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Jan 10, 2006 8

The dreaded dread

My name is Colleen, and I am a procrastinator. (Hello, Colleen!) It has been four years since I balanced my checkbook. I recently renamed my backlog of unread New Yorkers “The End Table”. My closets and drawers and to-do lists have cruft so crufty, they’ve developed their own cruft. I know that I have to […]

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Jan 6, 2006 2

Illness as meditation

I had a smallish chunk of communicatrix carved out of my shoulder yesterday. It’s not a particularly alarming event; given I get more sun walking from my front door to the car than most of my ancestors got in a lifetime, these occasional hinky patches of skin are to be expected. What is alarming, and […]

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And in case any of you dorks missed it, time to submit your nominations for the 2006 bloggies. xxx c

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Jan 4, 2006 9

How to get to happy

What are the things that make up happiness? What does happiness look like? Forget the fleeting kinds of happiness; they’re pretty easily recognizable. I mean the deep, abiding kind: the kind that separates the people who pulse with joy for life, seemingly regardless of circumstance, from the ones who don’t. My own path to happiness […]

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Sex. Potatoes. Vodka. Crack. One of these has got to go. I never did care for starch.         , Ben Hunter, in the best Christmas card I’ve ever received

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Okay, okay, I was perhaps a little overambitious thinking I could wreck-reate, Get to Empty and move the cursed blog in 11 days. Actually, had the cursed rain gods not woken me at the highly ungodly hour of 5 am, I might have sucked it up and made the move today. But me and code, […]

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