It’s a good a day as any to share the news. And no, I am not engaged. Continue reading “Onward and Upward: A Thank You”
On days I feel especially sorry for myself, I think of Karan. Continue reading “Karan”
It says something about my spotty work history, doesn’t it, that I’ve never been jetlagged at work?
Back when the job was new and fresh, I got myself a gym membership. Continue reading “On Going to the Gym”
Two weeks ago, a coworker and I left work at the same time. He was a young, good-looking guy named Mike in his mid-twenties who always wore a forest green hoodie and Vans sneakers to work. It didn’t matter for him though – he was a skilled VFX animator who worked in one of the dark edit suites near the back of the office. He’d been at the company for a little over a year.
We walked toward Union Square and I wondered what it was like to have a skill that people were willing to pay a lot of money for.
“Today feels like a Powerball day,” Tom said to me over Gchat. Continue reading “Powerball Days”
Yesterday, between the Union Square AT&T (where I picked up a new iPhone) and Mayson Kayser, where Tom and I stopped for a leisurely bite to eat, it occurred to me that New York – especially on a misty fall afternoon – was a magical place to be, and that my time here was limited. Continue reading “New York, Revisited from New York”
“Yeah,” I said.
I was talking to my cousin on the phone. She’d just come from a law school friend’s wedding in the Bay Area, an intimate affair up in the hills of Berkeley where, during cocktail hour, the bride had come up to her with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye.
“There’s someone here I want to set you up with,” Ginny said, “He’s one of Harry’s best friends and my absolute favorite of all his friends.” Continue reading ““Could You Be With a Short Guy?””