Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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Only in dreams
I dreamed about you again last night. I guess it will pass.
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Crowdsourcing Dickens
As an experiment in new new media thinking, I recently crowdsourced a new new literature version of Charles Dickens’s musty old old old lit chestnut, Great Expectations—the familiar tale of Pip, Ms Havisham, the convict…
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The First Time
A friend’s young son had just used the toilet and wiped himself for the first time. She congratulated him on being a big boy. To which he replied: “Mother. Surely you don’t expect me to…
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Quack
I dreamed that my friend R__ turned into a giant, invisible duck. His only hope lay with a mystical lady doctor. While she worked on a magical cure, he stayed hidden in a small safe…
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Sicker
It’s hard to listen to this recording and realize it came from a human throat.
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How sick?
How sick am I today? This sick.
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Posthumous Hosting and Digital Culture
THE DEATHS of Leslie Harpold and Brad Graham, in addition to being tragic and horrible and sad, have highlighted the questionable long-term viability of blogs, personal sites, and web magazines as legitimate artistic and literary…
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Lost in Space
Jeffrey Zeldman onstage at Galapagos Art Space, Brooklyn, New York. Photo by Onno de Jong from last night’s AIGA/NY talk and birthday celebration, curated by Jason Santa Maria.
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Change
The change you experienced last night at midnight is available to you every moment of every day. Dan Benjamin,1 January 2010
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Ten years ago tonight
Ten years ago, my girlfriend flew home to celebrate new year’s eve in San Francisco, but I had to stay in New York to work, so we spent the turn of the millennium apart. A…
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Heart trouble
My marriage resulted in a daughter, Ava, and a dog, Emile. My daughter, thank God, is fine. But Emile has become ill, first with pneumonia, which he survived, and now with pulmonary hypertension, which is…
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Someone could write a study on how moving and changes in marital status can cause a domain to lapse, and that someone could be me.
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Pride
I am sad that my five-year-old wrote on our door in permanent marker. She knows better. I’m proud that she is learning to write. And that she chose to write these two words—her name and…
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On Self-Promotion
You are a shameless self promoter!” he said. I can’t speak to the “shame” part, but for the rest: guilty as charged. Self-promotion may appear revolting, but it’s the only promotion that’s guaranteed in this…
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Crazy man at Starbucks
Shot by Mr Greg Storey.