Day 52/365: So Long, Rebecca
She’s leaving us to go to nursing school in Indiana. Smart girl. [Project 365]
She’s leaving us to go to nursing school in Indiana. Smart girl. [Project 365]
We have reached an untenable situation. Here is the thing with the social media beast we have created. Originally, the idea was to connect. You’re a computer nerd, I’m a computer nerd, we’re stuck in cubes, staring at glowing rectangles, let’s have some fun. Vast cities shrank and became navigable networks of people who liked what you liked, laughed at what you laughed at, listened to what you listened to, ate what you ate. You…
I’m working on something cool and fun — so fun that it’s nearly 4 a.m. and I kind of hate to put it to bed for the evening but I have to get some sleep. I’ve got big hopes and big fears about this. I’m not sure where any of this will end up but I suppose it’s good practice regardless of where we land. What an adult thing to say, huh? We’re busting ass…
Today was ridiculous in completely diverse ways. [Project 365
I’m starting a little something new at The Memphis Blog. Let’s see if it catches on.
Wrestling at work with some quite frustrating QR code integration issues (and getting steamrolled by the marketing department’s demands in the process). Was shown this by a co-worker who recounted for me the great CueCat debacle of the ’90s and ’00s. Because people apparently thought having a dedicated barcode scanner was somehow a greater convenience than simply typing in a URL. People are weird. And stupid, I meant to say stupid. Also, is anyone else…
Don’t mind me, I’m just clicking and dragging and portfolioing. Shelby Farms: Urban oasis A story about the growth and change Shelby Farms is experiencing, accompanied by stunning photos. Check out the story here, as well as Jim Weber’s beautiful photo gallery. In the shadows A follow-up to the shocking CA story about civil rights photographer Ernest Withers’ secret life as a FBI informant. Check out part two of the Withers…
You know how when you’ve been sick and barfing for a couple of days, and you’ve gotten all the badness out of your system and you think you’re on the mend and ready to try to eat again, and you very gingerly eat some chicken noodle soup with Sprite to drink or something, to see if you can keep food down at all? That is sort of what it feels like to be back in…
Seems like every time I sit down to write lately, nothing comes out, and the only stuff that bubbles up in my head is bad, very bad. Work is a nightmare lately. I come home every night feeling completely deflated and exhausted. I take a few minutes to myself beside the closet or in the bathroom to sob my helpless little stress sobs but I suck it up quick before the other half notices what…
Yesterday I received a thanks-for-five-years-of-service award from my company. (I will have been there six years at the end of January.) I was unable to either go pick up the award or attend the ceremony because, thanks to our post-several-rounds-of-layoffs skeleton crew, I was insanely busy all night.
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