Apparently I’ve never related this story here. With the Santa Speedo Run making its frostbitten-hamhock trudge up Newbury Street in 16° snow flurries as I type, it might be a good time to reminisce and share this classic holiday tale.

Friday December First of 2000. I went in to work as usual at Sapient’s Cambridge office. At the time, I was one of ( Read more... )

Okay, birthdays. That’s a fair topic.
When is your birthday? I hate telling people my birthday, because of the likelihood that they’ll remember it, and I absolutely despise having my birthday observed. A subdued individual expression of affection is nice, but anything more than that rapidly becomes annoying.
  How old will you be? According to ( Read more... )

Some friends of mine have been running occasional scotch whisky tastings for about a year now. Last night was my first opportunity to attend. I brought along the Highland Park 12 that I think is both very approachable for new folks and quite possibly the best all-around scotch.

Unfortunately, I didn’t take tasting notes, but it was still ( Read more... )

A week ago, I helped put up my art school’s senior show, wherein our graduating class of about 18 graphic designers show off their stuff.

Now that the show has been up for half a week, yesterday was our artists’ reception, the tacky little party where all the kids get to show off their work to their family and friends in the school’s main gallery.
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