April 2009
14 posts
Let's not kid ourselves →
Rick Astley’s bio about moot is not, actually, about moot.
BuzzFeed's hiring interns →
Because what could be better than working in a small office in Chinatown for the summer? Please forward to good people.
So many questions
I’m curious about why the seats in the Rose reading room of the NYPL are numbered. Could one, at some point, reserve them?
What Happened To Sheila →
This essay — by the writer Dan Chaon and about his wife, novelist Sheila Schwartz, her work, their life, and her death — is highly recommended. I’m tempted to say that you might not want to read it on such a sunny, loverly kind of day, but maybe you should, and then follow it up with a stiff drink at a table outside somewhere. (from The Rumpus)
Photo essay: Brooklyn -> Manhattan
Like a lot of people in Brooklyn — at least, judging by the bike traffic on the Manhattan Bridge — today was the first day this year I rode my bicycle from home to work.
It looks better when you’re moving — motion blur obscures the claustrophobic feeling of the cyclone fence. The flyer in the lower right-hand of the photo is for a ‘suggestion box’ someone...
As seen on TV
I now own some of those sunglasses that go over your regular glasses. The box said they are in HD. I don’t know what that means, but they are awesome.
Knife Fight!! →
Just make sure it's loud
The worst part of any move: The moment when the stereo has to be unplugged. Until then, we play music extra loud to get us through the silence.
Trade, sundries, mercantile
When exploring the Northern California coast, I am irresistibly drawn to the more practical sections of general stores just off the highway, where I tend to make purchases ill-suited to life in Brooklyn. Recent additions: calf-length rubber work boots (which, come to think of it, are rather good in the snow), red one-piece adult long underwear (technical term: ‘union suit’), the type...
How to kidnap your boss with style, or, Another... →
“The employees have not acted without sympathy. At Caterpillar, they released one executive who was sick, and at 3M, they brought the executive mussels and French fries.”
