Meanwhile, back at the charlatan post. No, apparently, I can’t even write a short comment. Surprise, surprise. Reposted here because I hope it clarifies any unanswered questions about why a semi-successful, plantation-owning internet dick is so seemingly selfish about the pitiful and beleaguered Steinbeck characters who claim a humanitarian need for the smiley pseudo-spam peddled by many...
Poor Equipment for Pro Contact Sports
Now Up–to–Date & Contact [April 1997] It’s mind-boggling to me that both Gmail Contacts and OS X’s Address Book application lack many of the basic features that have been available in equivalent apps for 10 or more years. Back in the day, I was a big fan of the pairing of Now Contact and Now Up-To-Date. Starting around 1993 or so (?), and as the administrator of a small...
I have very rough idea how this story ends. I’m unsure of what order the scenes go in or who ends up being the surprise traitor. But, yeah, the theme is obvious.
Being an adult is hard work.– Ryan Irvine
Hey, Merlin Mann: Is Bashing Charlatans Useful? | The Deets Ed made this really smart video in response to my recent jeremiads: I responded at length in a comment if you’re interested, but mainly I did want to give Ed deserved equal time here. I like people like Ed. He makes graphs and he’s smart, and that’s okay by me. High five, internet.
Based on my visual survey of downtown Boston last night, the most popular...– Sean Hussey
seoulbrother: Sometimes @gruber is right.
Tomorrow Never Knows. Truly.
The Beatles Return To London From America Interview 1964 In the video above, jump to about 2:40 or so…. Wikip: When the Beatles returned to London after their first visit to America, in early 1964, they were interviewed by BBC Television. The interview included the following: Interviewer: “Now Ringo, I hear you were manhandled at the Embassy Ball. Is this right?”...
Writing and Rejection.
[First. Second. Then…] steampoweredmedia: Also, you want a great high? Get a great rejection letter from a place like Esquire. I did and do and I save them all. Somewhere, deep in our garage, I think I still have my first rejection from The Atlantic (ca. 1990). Blue embossed type on heavy card stock, if memory serves. Classy. Distinguished. Albeit, not signed. And, I can’t...
You guys want an honest letter for a rejected submission? You bet: Hi, We didn’t ask for this, and it’s not good. We don’t want to publish it. Stop sending things. Seriously. Us. Or, of course, you could do what Exquisite Corpse used to do: post a list of the names of every submitter who should a) try again later or b) never ever send anything again. Talk about...
♥ Carol Kaye Kaye playing one several of my favorite bass lines ever:
Funny how people only cite karma when bad things happen to people they...– Stephanie. Reminds me of Anne Lamott: “You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”
Eleanor Two years ago right now: Eleanor Flannery Mann was born in San Francisco, California on October 27th, 2007 at 5:37 pm, Pacific Time. At birth, Eleanor was 21 inches in length and weighed in at 9 pounds, 12 ounces. That is not a typo. Her parents, Madeline and Merlin, really like her a lot. And we still do. Very much. Happy Birthday, Bug.
What Roy Wood was capable of. From April. (Suffer me. It’s her birthday. And, I’m a sap, okay?)