Just sent a half-formed email off to a potential source and got the strangest feeling of deja vu. Like I dreamt about being in this chair, sending a distracted email, and feeling “hey, it’s out of my hands now.” Perhaps it’s tied into a sense of smell? My cubicle neighbor is eating an orange. The deja vu feeling became overwhelming when the orange scent was at it’s...
It’s not nice of Adium to have a greyed-out writing icon. Is the person responding? Did they get disconnected? Also, there should be an indicator if a person is on their IM-enabled mobile phone or at their computer. Gah!
A Telephone Call →
I’m not sure if I like this Dorothy Parker story. Not because it’s not well-crafted, but the subject hits close to home, embarrassingly so, and I’m not sure if I want to identify with such a desperate, scarred, protagonist. Her loneliness is aching, and I fear that identifying with her means that I’m at her level of insecurity. But oh, I’ve been there. There’s...
I wrote a story for Wired News today. →