gray tuesday is a good cool thing to do. I feel myself already there.

How saturday it all is. I’m on the couch, anti-ergo, and nick stellino is asking how to make […]

insulting email that amused me. warning: profanity.

Last night, as I arrived home weary and dejected, I spyed a strange package form my publisher. I […]

OH MY GOD

IMDb :: Boards :: Underworld (2003/I) is the prototypical message board thread, complete with every type of board […]

Saw Spellbound tonight. Very good film, plus I learned a very useful word for my little problem: logorrhea

Um– so you like widgetopia, huh?

Reading On comments and weblogs – “With the proliferation of commenting-ability in today’s weblog tools, it might make […]

The best UI critique of Orkut (IMO), but also he’s right about the pointlessness, He’s right about ownership, […]

I’m supposed to be writing all weekend. and so I’m ducking, returning, ducking. sigh.

Is it mars?

no, it’s…

i travel a lot, but not that many places, it seems

Philippe and I have been discussion entrepreneurship lately. I suspect it has a lot to do with not being able to stand having a boss. He sent me this fable. How many start-ups begin because of this? We always think they are chasing money, but I think that they would rather “starve free.”

THE DOG AND THE WOLF, FABLES by Aesop

A gaunt Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to
meet a House-dog who was passing by. “Ah, Cousin,” said the Dog.
“I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin
of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food
regularly given to you?”

“I would have no objection,” said the Wolf, “if I could only
get a place.”

“I will easily arrange that for you,” said the Dog; “come with
me to my master and you shall share my work.”

So the Wolf and the Dog went towards the town together. On
the way there the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain part of
the Dog’s neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that
had come about.

“Oh, it is nothing,” said the Dog. “That is only the place
where the collar is put on at night to keep me chained up; it
chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it.”

“Is that all?” said the Wolf. “Then good-bye to you, Master
Dog.”

Better starve free than be a fat slave.

Philippe sent me Spirit Relays Self-Examination Data Back to Earth, commenting that the rover is acting like a […]

There is a man who is all men in my life… and he likes photos too….