Learning things. (One.)

(I sat on my back porch yesterday and, instead of brainstorming project ideas, this came out. Well, this and a lot of other words that I’ve broken down into shorter pieces. This is Part One.)

Wompin’ on the geep.*

I freely admit that I was only vaguely aware of the existence of Tig Notaro until I saw her on the ‘This American Life’ cinema schmancy satellite event this spring. Richard even had to point out that she was on ‘The Sarah Silverman Program’, a show I have seen — only a few episodes, mind, ...

Writing. 2

I’ve been doing this daily blog for 294 days now. I don’t remember even half the stuff I’ve written, since, for the most part, the quotidian defogging-my-brain thing is the first thing I do, often while I am caffeinating for the day. I am fully aware that a few bits are clever, and a whole ...

Pawnee Rangers.

Yesterday was one of those days where I started (again) despairing over constant teenaged-style whinging and moaning on social media, combined with childish proclamations, supposed ‘inspirational’ quotes over photos of Lego models and bear cubs, and just general non-adult behaviour from supposed grown-ups. The first bit, of which I am definitely occasionally guilty (though mine ...

Pluralising the word ‘hiatus’. 1

I read this yesterday, but from the headline alone, I probably could have answered ‘yes’. It’s also, in part, made me decide to take a break from the social media juggernaut as well and to post less frequently to Twitter. Why? Like most of the folks Mr Marche talks about in the article, I spend ...

Marketing on the internet. 1

Off for a run, though my last few have been so awful that it’s very tempting to just stay here and get even more unfit by lying around drinking beer and eating chocolate. But as my plans for tomorrow involve both of those things, I’ll hold off. I get a lot of weird spam comments ...

Harvard crew.

I generally make a point of not trying to be all shill-y on this blog, even though I do talk about my workplace quite a bit. We’re scrambling a bit, because our printed publication’s subscribership has gone down about 75% in the last five years as the Internet has taken hold even further. But people ...

Terry Bradshaw.

Back much better today, probably because I did virtually nothing yesterday aside from reading the New York Times (not all of it – the Kindle version makes it less guilty-making to skip sections) and kid lit (From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler – if you, like me, didn’t read it as a ...