Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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The gift of a three-month sabbatical
It was late winter when my sabbatical began, and it’s late spring as it comes to an end. Next week I return to my post after three months’ paid leave, courtesy of Automattic’s sabbatical benefit. Three…
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Ah yes, the famous “intern did it” syndrome
Poachers, when caught stealing content from our website, always blamed the theft on an “intern” or “freelancer.” We always pretended to believe them.
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The Valley of Hidden Sorrows
I have this friend. A mountain of unexpected medical debt buried his family at the start of last year. At the same time, the closing of his business stuck him with six figures of personal…
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“Where the people are”
Fortunately, on that day, I allowed a strong, simple idea to penetrate my big, beautiful wall of assumptions.
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R.I.Pete
It’s a year and one day since you died. At times, I feel your presence. I listen to your music every day. I miss you.
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In search of a digital town square
Ever since an infantile fascist billionaire (hereafter, the IFB) decided to turn Twitter over to the racially hostile anti-science set, folks who previously used that network daily to discuss and amplify topics they cared about…
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Boys! Ragu!
When you were a kid, what was a meal you always looked forward to?
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satyricon
The cruel and evil cannot be shamed.
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Fly, my designers, fly!
Designers can either become drivers of business within their organizations, or they can create the businesses they want to drive. We’re entering an era of design entrepreneurship, in which some designers are realizing that they’re…
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My father’s story
When he was eight years old, my dad taught himself to take apart watches and put them back together. He supported his mother by doing watch repairs at that age out of her little jewelry…
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Valediction
When my mother was pregnant with my younger brother Pete, my father took her to see West Side Story in New York. My mom said every time the orchestra played, Pete kicked in her womb,…
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About Pete
The world is losing one of the greatest musicians, rhythmic theorists, and just lovely and decent human beings ever to exist.
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Smells like victory
I love the smell of my neighbor’s weed in the morning. And afternoon. And evening. Seven days a week, God bless him. A grocery delivery guy dropping food at my apartment Thursday morning thought it…
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A Cat Tale
First thing after her breakfast, Snow White climbed into a small, half-filled paper and cardboard recycling box.
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A Tale of Two Pools
One of these worlds is gone, and to the other, we will never return.