Archive for November 2007

Evan

Evan fearlessly battles the waves at Fort Funston, San Francisco. Shot with a Lomo Fisheye.

Modern Rituals

I don’t have a lot of rituals in my life. I check email every five minutes, but that’s just a part of the job. And I walk the dogs every night, but only because, if I didn’t, they’d piss the carpet. I go to the local cafe, but not every day.
That’s why participating in [...]

NaBloPoMo Q&A 10: Lightning Round

At the beginning of this month, I invited questions from you to help me through NaBloPoMo. We’ve covered the mundane, digital identities, politics, the web biz, my cat, chopping blocks, academia, and storytelling. But before the month is out, I wanted to do a quick lightning round to answer as many of the remaining questions [...]

Fisheye Bug Zoom

Bug zooms by on the beach at Fort Funston, San Francisco. Lomo Fisheye.

links for 2007-11-29

Waferbaby Terms of Service
Best TOS ever.
(tags: tos legalese)

Fray: The Quarterly of True Stories
It’s alive! Aliiiive!
(tags: fray stories storytelling)

Starving in the Belly of a Whale
Lovely.
(tags: video animation awesomeness)

My Amazon Wish List
Because my parents keep asking me what I want for Chanukah.
(tags: whatiwantforchanukah wishlist)

NaBloPoMo Q&A 9: Six for Dinner

Myla asked:
If you could have a dinner party and invite any six people from history (past or present), who would you invite, and why?
It was too much effort to try and consider everyone who ever lived, and dead people are boring at parties anyway, so I limited myself to the living. I’d invite:

Woody Allen, [...]

Locked

Lower Haight, San Francisco. Lomo LC-A.

I told you it was only on hiatus

Yes, that Fray.
Illustration by the enormously talented Kevin Cornell.

Slurped

Lower Haight, San Francisco. Lomo LC-A.

NaBloPoMo Q&A 8: Never Tell a Story Like It’s Not About You

Louise asked:
I was wondering if you have ever regretted your transparency on the web. Has it worked as a negative or positive influence?
I was 23 years old the first time it happened. It was two hours into 1996. And I was bummed out. So I wrote down how I felt, posted it to my website, [...]

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