Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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Zen & The Art of iTunes Failure
What a recent iTunes failure taught me about attachment to work and memories.
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Phonedrome
Did I wake the moment my phone died? Was my phone jealous of my tablet? Phonedrome: speculations on the phone-human connection.
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Happy birthday, Maurice
It’s my dad’s birthday. He is 88 today.
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Publishing v. Performance—or, The Soul of the Web
Publishing Versus Performance: Our Struggle for the Soul of the Web
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My website is 20 years old today.
MY WEBSITE is 20 years old today. I’m dictating these remarks into a tiny handheld device, not to prove a point, but because, with gorgeously ironic timing, my wired internet connection has gone out. It’s…
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Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Medium?
Why are independent content creators afraid of Medium.com?
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LISP – Fresh on Medium
I’d like to share a joke I wrote in my sleep this morning.
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Marchgasm!
I’VE BEEN BUSY this month: Updated! Writing the Book on Web Design, Jeffrey Zeldman interview, Communication Arts Insights, March 24, 2015. “This is the beauty of a design career: you have the opportunity to create…
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29 Again
I’M CELEBRATING my birthday with a painful stomach virus that began Thursday night and shows no signs of leaving. It feels like a jackass kicking me from the inside. I can’t eat—I tried last night,…
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Vegan Caviar Wishes
Ain’t no party like a DayQuil party.
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No Ken Do (Musketeer Barbie Saves the Prince)
I WATCHED dozens of Barbie videos hundreds of times when my daughter was three and four years old. I can’t praise their animation, dialog, or other cinematic and literary qualities, but this I can say…
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Look Back in Angora
SATURDAY October 25 will be the 14th anniversary of my mother’s passing. Let’s honor it with this 2006 entry from the vaults of My Glamorous Life. Read: Hi, Mom!
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A Sickroom With a View
Chicago is a dynamite town, but it may not be the best place to recover from a cold.
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Afternoon Pages
SLEPT much of yesterday. Slept till 1 PM today. Whatever this bug is I’ve got, it lets me work and care for my child during the week, then flattens me all weekend. Fortunately my daughter…
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I Remember
THERE WAS THIS GUY, sax player, used to honk all up and down the Q Train to Coney Island. Thought he was Sun Ra. Wasn’t.