A smart person of whom I think highly just posted a fatalistic message to a mailing list discussion about palindromic timestamps, doubting that humanity will survive to experience 2112. This attitude, epsecially in such a person, I find deepy disappointing.
Sitting in the 1369 now, in the rear corner, very comfortable ( Read more... )

Mail to Jon, re: the luncheon today:

OK... I'm going to seriously break character and go to this thing with
the intent of cornering people. Wish me luck. (I haven't
forced myself to be this socially outward since my days as a
journalist. Wacky stuff...)

And to that I say this: If you find yourself applying force, consider rethinking your approach ( Read more... )

Change of plan ( Read more... )

Jon just tore my grad school application essay into itty-bitty shreds. I basically wrote like I would a job cover letter, and this is apparently right out: no storytelling, no emotion. This leaves me with nothing. Start over.

Do you think I can have a second draft done before dinner? We'll see.

The Diesel, I see, has embraced the strange weather by removing the wintertime battens from its roll-up front facade. I still feel the need to have some token acknowledging that these temperatures shouldn't be here: I'm wearing my corduroy sportcoat, something I wouldn't do were we having this very same weather in June ( Read more... )