Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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Not a Thing in Texas
6:00 AM, AUSTIN. My nine-year-old vegetarian daughter just phoned from New York to inform me that matzo ball soup is made with chicken broth. She has just learned this fact, and wanted me to know…
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Chicago, Chicago
AN EVENT APART Chicago—a photo set on Flickr. Pictures of the city and the conference for people who make websites. Notes from An Event Apart Chicago 2013—Luke Wroblewski’s note-taking is legendary. Here are his notes…
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Thursday
ME: Why’s your girlfriend’s sweater on the back of your chair? MALE OFFICE MATE 1: It’s my sweater. MALE OFFICE MATE 2: He’s Metrosexual. ME: I experimented with that in college.
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Dog Day Morning
THE DOGS leave today. While my ex has been away this month, I’ve watched her two small dogs. And so have my two cats—especially the black alpha. Add an active eight year old girl to…
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Response to an anonymous note left on my apartment door, complaining of noise.
Dear Neighbors: While my ex-wife is in treatment for a serious illness, I am watching her two small young dogs. They get along well with my two cats and soothe my young daughter during her…
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And now for something completely different
IN THESE PAGES I have written on many subjects, but I never expected my ass to be one of them. The untimely passing last year of Hillman Curtis changed that. Hillman was a friend, an…
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Worst Snow Ever
WORST snow ever. If you are eight and want to play. Because it has already melted. Climate change, you suck the Charlie Brown out of this world.
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The Theme Line of Dr Moreau
I DREAMED I was designing an identity system for the mad scientist Dr Moreau, who kept changing his ridiculously long theme line after I’d arranged the type. “No, no, no! I’m not saving life, I’m…
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Red All Over
ALL I REMEMBER from my dream is flushing a red towel down the toilet. It was evidence of some crime. There was a moment of horror, midway through, when it seemed that the towel would…
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To Leiden, To Leiden
THEY’RE SLEEPING in New York. They’re sleeping all over the world. Even here in Leiden, The Netherlands, they’re still mumbling and drooling in their beds. But not me. I’m awake and packing for my return…
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Two New Yorks
I MOVED to Manhattan during the crack epidemic of 1988. The heroin epidemic of the early 1970s produced CBGB, Studio 54, punk rock and hip hop. The crack epidemic produced crack addicts. If we complained…
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Après le déluge
TODAY MY DAUGHTER and I brushed our teeth with real, running water. It was heaven. Hurricane Sandy killed people and destroyed homes in New York and New Jersey. As a sideline, it left everyone in…
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That Brooklyn Thing
THE YEAR Brooklyn Beta opened, a misunderstanding and a coincidentally timed paying gig prevented me from attending. The following year, two paying gigs, scheduled back to back, kept me away. This year was going to…
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A Parental Dilemma
MY DAUGHTER has been talking about her eighth birthday party since she was seven and a half. It will be a small party, on a Saturday at noon, with just her closest friends. Last night…
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My 9/11
AS I OFTEN do on this day, I here post a link to my story of Sept. 11, 2001 in New York, one of nine million stories from that day: zeldman.com/glamorous/54.shtml My story is not…