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Sunday, April 30, 2000 I was waiting for it to happen. I was hoping it wouldn't, but all this news about him was bound to make it happen. Today I called someone on the phone for the first time and she wasn't home. Her housemate picked up the phone and asked to take a message. I said, "Tell her Elan called and that she should call me back as soon as possible." The housemate asked me for my phone number and then asked me if I my name is spelled I've been called many things in my life: Ellen, Eli, Alan, Eelin, and other conceivable variations of my name, but today was the first time my name was Elian. I'm sure it won't be the last. I couldn't care less about Elian. The only thing that ever bothered me about him is his name. Yeah, how selfish. I know. I received answer from an anonymous visitor to the bird question: The bird probably sees its own reflection in the window and is trying to chase off what it thinks is a rival since it's mating season. This can be bad because birds sometimes smash into the window doing this and kill themselves. Your bird sounds pretty smart though.I'm glad my bird is pretty smart. I think she's very smart. Friday, April 28, 2000 We didn't go to the restaurant. I didn't feel like it last minute (well, I didn't feel like it earlier). We were going, not to celebrate anything, but because I won a $80 gift certificate to the restaurant last year in a UJA event ticket raffle. The certificate expires tomorrow night. If anybody wants to go use it tomorrow night, let me know. I can't go because I'm visiting Dave. Today is Dave's birthday, so tomorrow we're going out. I realized today that for the last few weeks I’ve been learning to consciously do something I’ve always had trouble with. I’m learning to live a balanced life. I remember in high school, depending on the time of year, I’d fill my days and weeks with thinking about and doing one major thing at a time. In the winter every year, it would be fencing. During junior year, while it was going on, it would be NEDC. Spring senior year was all about volleyball. Otherwise, it was computer league or math league. In college, it was all about the computer club, or the Jewish Student Center, or OS/2 or fencing. During college summers, I wasn’t giving much time to anything besides internships. I don’t regret it, really. That’s who I was or maybe still am. I was always frustrated with my inability to excel at more than one thing at a time. I was good at what I did, but I couldn’t seem to be good at more than one thing at a time. Oh, and let’s not forget about the girls. I was great at infatuating over one for an extended period. Everything revolved around her, whichever one it was at the time. These activities, people or goals would bring themselves to the center of my life and everything I looked at, everyone else who came through my life, was viewed as either in support of or against my life’s center at the moment. That made me fickle. I was undependable. If I made a commitment to you because it supported my life’s center at that moment, then you were lucky. You were lucky if when I needed to deliver on that commitment my life’s center was the same as when I made the commitment. It’s hard to be good to yourself, to others around you and in all your roles and responsibilities when your core, your internal security system keeps changing. So, you find something that doesn’t change. You find something you’re about that’s always the same. You find things to believe in that integrate all your roles and responsibilities. You make that your core. You try to look at your life with perspective. Not just perspective of the week, or year, or decade, but of your whole life, of your life in the context of your entire family history and even in the context of humanity and you could take it even further. You look at it, find the view that inspires you and reflect on your beliefs and actions in the context of it all. Then you do something. What that is, I have no idea. I’m done writing for the moment. I thought I knew where I was going when I started, but now I have no clue and now Amy’s here. I gotta go, maybe we’ll see you tonight at Lido, the Russian restaurant in Brooklyn. I called Bell Atlantic. I need to wait until midnight for my minutes to reset. I’ll go back to anticipating. I've been anticipating today for over a week. My cell phone billing cycle starts over and my minutes used fall to zero. Thursday, April 27, 2000 I'm getting tired of the monotony of life and I can't get that damn Britney Spears song out of my head. Somebody shoot me. And the bunny, too. I didn't make the bunny's butt, I stole it. I just found the web site for the dance studio Amy and I are taking lessons at. When one can't write, one redesigns. I've observed interesting bird behavior. A little bird, with a brown-orange colored breast, sits a few feet from my neighbor's window on a telephone wire hanging between the street post and the house. About every 15 seconds, the bird flies slowly from the wire, lightly hits its feet or yellow beak against the top edge of my neighbor's window. The bird has been doing this for three days from the same spot on the wire to the same spot on the window. Wednesday, April 26, 2000 Web design wit: I think designers are influencing Jakob Nielsen or perhaps he's joining the cause or both. In the past, he played close attention to usability, but now he is slipping. On April 14, 2000, he titled a link to his book as the "blue/green book." He was providing a humorous reference to Being Jakob Nielsen: The Story of the Blue and the Green. I caught the humor, but that wasn't very usable. If he is going to link to a web page about a book, he should title the link with the books name, so users know what to expect. Instead, he tricked me and disappointed me. He wasn't being very Jakob Nielsen. To top that, now he thinks "interaction design" is a synonym for "usability." In his latest Alertbox, he links to a page containing "ten usability heuristics" but titles the link "basic heuristics for interaction design." Now all we need are usability experts calling themselves interaction designers and interaction designers calling themselves usability experts. Eventually some had to do this: an Elian version of the Wassup! commercial (Macromedia Flash and sound support is necessary for the full experience). Amy and I signed up for dance lessons last night at the Rogers DanceSport Center in Fairfield, NJ. Every Monday night for the next eight weeks we're taking Mambo lessons. I can't wait until I can show Amir a move or two at the Copacabana. Some of us work very hard at hiding our feelings. We could get very good at providing a blank stare while inwardly wanting to kill the person we are talking to. Yesterday, I ran into an old Fair Lawn High School classmate, literally. He saw me running, followed me home in his new 2-door Honda Accord and stopped to chat. I haven't spoken to him since high school. We did the standard exchange of what we are doing with our lives. We tried to remember all the classmates we hang out with and what they're doing. What entertained me the most, during the whole discussion were his facial expressions. At every other word, his face would change to communicate approval, disapproval, wonder, happiness, disagreement or disgust. All I was talking about was where I work, who I saw, what I read; you know, the standard stuff. People complain that everybody has layers and layers built up to prevent others from seeing their internal state. Most people think this is a bad thing. After talking to him, I really wonder. I felt like I was playing a video game, taking random shots in some dark jungle hoping to hit something. Then I realized what I was doing. I realized I was just talking to try to get a relaxed smile on his face. As soon as I realized that, I stopped trying. Then I continued talking as a secure human being simply amused at how my words triggered all sorts of responses. How would you feel if every time you spoke a word to someone, you could see his or her judgment, approval or disapproval? You had better be quite secure with yourself in such a world. Of course, if we were all secure, there wouldn't be so many layers. Tuesday, April 25, 2000 What I wrote earlier about I added I saw Sixth Sense this weekend for the first time. When you watch movies more than once you experience them differently each time. This happens because you know how things will end up, the jokes aren't funny the second time around, you notice more details, or you're in a different mood. Well, when I watch Sixth Sense for the second time, I am certain that I will experience it completely differently, more so than any other movie I have ever seen as far as I can remember. If you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about. If you haven't, you will when you see it. Monday, April 24, 2000 On Saturday, we took a trolley bus tour of Boston and Cambridge. The tour guide reminded me of the great Boston Molassacre. I found some unclear pictures here (choose "Disaster Strikes"). Amy and I had fun in Boston this weekend. I'm proud of us for driving through the heavy rain to get there and having fun throughout the weekend, despite the rain. I don't like letting weather interfere with having fun. There were some pleasant surprises in Massachusetts. The T was free on part of Saturday because of Earth Day, and a tollbooth attendant on Route 90 let us through for free. Max was kind enough to host us. We met up with Dan Reed and Chris Stengel, friends from Lehigh. This past week had a very Ivy League theme. In addition to me working two blocks from Princeton University and last week's visit with friends from Columbia, yesterday we met up with a friend of Amy's at Harvard and stopped at Yale on the way home to have dinner with Dave G. I guess on April 23 Cam was inspired by my play-writing style on April 20. :) Of course, I was inspired by someone else's writing from way back. Saturday, April 22, 2000 Despite all the tadpoles falling from the sky last night, Amy and I decided to make our way to Boston. It took us four hours to get here, then we spent one hour finding Max's place. We're hoping to see friends and have Max take us to his favorite karaoke bar tonight. His favorite Dunkin' Donuts, Wendys and bagel place are out because of the holidays. Friday, April 21, 2000 Matt thinks I have a thing for funny hats. He also caught my dad looking "horrified." ![]() I should share that when my dad has a face like that at the computer, his stocks aren't doing well. I love how people perceive alphaWorks as a whole division of IBM. In "Web UI On The Cusp Of Change" (via Camworld) the author writes "One option I discovered is Sash, from the infinitely inventive folks at IBM's AlphaWorks division." First of all, alphaWorks is with a lower-case "a." Not that I care anymore, I just want to be annoying. I stopped fighting the lower-case "a" battle years ago, about six months after I stopped working at IBM. It was fun to watch the popularity of alphaWorks increase over the years. Two other Lehigh students, some contractors and I launched it in 1996. It started with six technologies and no one on the Internet had a clue we existed. The mission was to create mind share for IBM in the Internet space by taking technologies under development in IBM Research and sharing them with the world. Well, years later, it has dozens of technologies and people think its a massive division in IBM that whips out very cool technologies. alphaWorks is actually a web site front-end to technologies originating all over IBM. John Patrick's initial vision was that alphaWorks be a first step in the process of technology maturing into a IBM product. How wonderful it is to see his vision come true and be part of it from the beginning! And that feeling is what I'm hoping to have in the future from Onclave, too. Venom is a club I visited in Singapore, although it was too packed to go in. They're streaming live video from the inside of the club right now. They do this every night between 10pm and 3am. At this time of year, they are exactly 12 hours ahead of Eastern Standard Time, so we can watch other people party while we're working. Thursday, April 20, 2000 Setting: Amy's house for the second Passover seder Characters: Andrew, Amy's 4 year old cousin and Elan, 23 year old me Andrew: Are you a grownup or a kid? Elan: I'm a kid. Andrew: So, do you have parents? Elan: Yes, a mother and a father. Andrew: Where are they? How did you get here? Elan: [lying] They dropped me off. Andrew: How are you getting home? Elan: [still lying] They're picking me up. Andrew: [running to his older brother] Come meet a big kid! To make it through the week I've been saying "I love gefilte fish" over and over to myself. Speaking of gefilte fish, I found jewish embryo humor and religious humor Tuesday was Orit Furman's birthday. With the help of some friends, Max created a web site for her. She's a creative person and needs an outlet, so now she can manage her own site on the Internet to help others feel good. Wednesday, April 19, 2000 Ugh, I stayed in the hotel this happened in only three weeks ago. Cam shared some positive words about the Onclave Weblog today. Thanks for the kind words Cam; I like our weblog, too. Last night I added a list of web sites I visit and the sites of close friends to the right column of the front page of elan.org. As an experiment, I joined two webrings last night. My neighbors in the webloggers ring are Fear and Loathing and Michael Webb. My neighbors in the linksluts ring are Neale and Aviva (warning: site does not work in Netscape). Aviva's site reminds me of my childhood. I think I was the only boy in the neighborhood with a Rainbow Brite comforter and window curtains. Unfortunately, Neale will only be my neighbor until someone else joins the linksluts ring. Speaking of Neale, a few weeks ago he created "Watching the Watchers," a small browser window that shows a different webcam image every 30 seconds from different webloggers (including me). Click on the picture of eyes on the left-hand column on his web site to see it in action. I had bagels for lunch today because I knew I wouldn't be having any for eight days. |
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Tuesday, April 18, 2000 Calling all Jews! It's that time of year again. If you're like me and can't remember every year what you can or can't eat, get an overview with the Kosher for Pesach Guide and more detail with the Orthodox Union's Kosher for Passover Guide. It looks like today is write about books day! Design is conceptual work. Most work in the Information Age is conceptual. My do we have to pay better attention to the mental roadblocks. "Roadblock" is exactly right. If I'm trying to get to a destination and there are rocks, trees or roadblocks in the way then I know exactly what's stopping me from get there. Sometimes I argue incessantly with co-workers about why a feature should or shouldn't be included. Why can't we get to a conclusion? The reason could be a conceptual roadblock. In a discussion I had today, the roadblock was that "my user" is different from "his user" and we were each fighting for our user. I wish it was as apparent as a tree in the road, but it isn't which is why it's so important we pay attention to the words in our heads. Improving a design process means taking these conceptual roadblocks and making them as clear to each other as a tree. Then we can all agree there is a tree in the road. Unfortunately, that isn't enough. We all need to see the same tree, in the same spot so we find a way around it, through it or use it our advantage. I conclude that reading books and following processes that promote things like defining "our user", so that mine is the same is yours is a good thing. About five weeks ago, I started participating in the 7 Habits Personal Coaching program. I was skeptical and hopeful at first, but the coaching is helping. I've been planning my weeks according to the system recommended in the book. Once a week I decide what the upcoming week's most important tasks and goals are for each major role in my life. Then I schedule blocks of time to get them done. I feel more at peace now because I know I scheduled time for the important things to be done. When something unexpected or unplanned comes up, I understand the ramifications because I know what is interrupted. I'm more prepared to say no because I know I'm doing something else that's more important or urgent or both. It is a different problem to actually do everything I planned when I planned to do it, but I'm pleased and impressed with the significant ramifications of planning for just an hour a week. I planned weekly before, but the coach is helping me apply it correctly, regularly and without my perfectionist tendencies. I finished listening to The Celestine Prophecy last week. I liked it, but its sequel, The Tenth Insight: Holding the Vision was better. I suspect James Redfield just learned to better tell a story with spiritual teachings. Part of me believes the prophecy could happen and that same part wants it to happen. I just wonder about the aggressive action plan Mr. Redfield has handed us. :) Monday, April 17, 2000 At first I thought a lot of people from Internet Portal 3000 were spending a lot of time on my web site. I now think they just have a few computers visiting all the links. Amir put up pictures from Oksana's shindig on Saturday night. I like this picture of me the best. Skate scooters make sense in a place like Singapore where a lot is in walking distance and public transporation can take you anywhere in the country. They aren't very useful in the suburbs where I live, although they may be in Manhattan. When I was younger I wanted a scooter. I don't know what the difference is between what was hot here in the 80's and this trend in Asia. When in doubt about what to write, show a picture.
I like this picture. There is a lot going on. I am eating big hollow bread. The bread is called Poori. It is Indian. It came from India, from Mumbai otherwise known as Bombay, on a plane, which stopped in Zurich, I think. Hey, did I tell you a new Indian food supply store and not-so-classy restaurant opened in Fair Lawn? Back to the picture. Some lady's head is coming out of the bread. On her menu you can see the name of the restaurant. I'm sporting a Braun watch and a black DKNY t-shirt. You can see the logo if you look closely. Jean Barmash took that picture long ago. I was trying to set him up with my brother's fiancée's sister. They did not hit it off. Saturday, April 15, 2000 Now I'm off to New York City to spend the day with Tish, a friend I don't get to see often enough because she lives in California. We're going museum hopping or restaurant hopping or cafe hopping. Whatever. It doesn't matter to us. Tonight, Oksana is having an apartment-warming party. I'm expecting a small apartment for three crammed with 25 or more people. Max will be there, back from Boston and I can't wait to hug him. I went to see the Eifman Ballet of St. Petersburg last night with Amy, my parents and other relatives. It wasn't spectacular, but I did enjoy it. If my mind is open, I always enjoy any artist getting in front of other people and doing amazing things with themselves. Amazing means anything I haven't done or perceive I can't do. Amazing is multiplied when dozens of individuals are doing it together in harmony. If you are curious, I found some history on Boris Eifman, the choreographer. Friday, April 14, 2000 I was introduced to an architect during lunch today. The only thing I could think of asking was "What do you think of Howard Roark?" I just read "Not just a pretty page." The author interviews Jakob Nielsen, Don Norman, Ben Shneiderman and Brenda Laurel. I am bored reading this stuff, because I feel like they haven't said anything new in a few years. It's as though we web designers have learned the high-level concepts and all that is left are details and implementation (which have their own problems). But instinct tells me that the concepts and assumptions we are working under aren't right and we need different ones. Besides, right now an impediment to design success is that the paradigms of other areas of business haven't shifted to complementary thinking. However, I did find a quote I liked in the article by Donald Norman (Tomalak's Realm found it too): "... to get a website to work, you also have to get the backend of the company to work right. That is where we have to work hard, because what we're really arguing for is the end experience the user has. But people often think what we're doing is merely making the screen easy to read."It's great that web designers focus on designing the layout, the information architecture and usability. But someone needs to pay attention to everything that supports it. How good are the return policies? How many people are staffing the e-mail and phone support? Are the people in the company usable, useful and efficient when web site visitors need to interact with them? Do the employees and web site provide a consistent brand experience? These ideas aren't new. It's called user-centered design. It's called customer service. It's called organizational behavior. The trick is to merge traditional systems, processes and a company's values and mission with the design process. A company is an ecosystem. The low cost of switching to a competitor and the feedback loop introduced by the Internet has changed the ecosystem of companies. Yet I don't think anyone has done any serious work on understanding how this affects traditional systems and how we put a good design process in the context of other organizational behavior. For some reason, I don't think Stephen Covey, Peter Senge, Jakob Nielsen and Alan Cooper are going to get together to do it. Thursday, April 13, 2000 Tonight my mind is talking to itself in short semi-wise sayings (well it thinks it is). Two that keep repeating tonight are: 1. If you haven't eaten in over nine hours and you're not hungry, then you ate too much during your last meal. 2.Right thought can't take back wrong action, but it can mitigate the snowballing effect of further wrong action. ... excitement for me is all about doing things I'm not supposed to do. Or playing with the idea of doing things I'm not supposed to do. My life's enjoyment can be summed up by that. Logic tells me that's not a good thing. Ahhhh, even more reasons to run and even more reasons to have sex. Finally, "The Sex Drive of Long Distance Runners." I postulate, however, that sex does not help when it comes to dancing. Well, now I wonder if a night's rest is required between the deed and the sporting event. Ironically, the first message I received on my UReach voice-mail box was the CEO of Onclave telling me to get back to work. :) Stephen Covey says the best way to test a company’s customer service is to ask them to do something unexpected. A famous example speakers like Covey use is about Nordstrom. The example is as follows. One day a customer went to Nordstrom’s returns department and demanded Nordstrom take back four tires he bought. There was something wrong with the tires and the customer was very upset. The tires were used, the customer didn’t have a receipt, but the Nordstrom employee asked him how much he paid for the tires. The employee proceeded to take the tires and pay the man back, in full. The customers leaves satisfied. So, what’s the big deal, right? Well, Nordstrom doesn’t sell tires. The employee paid the man for tires he didn’t buy there. Now, imagine an audience of sales or customer service representatives in a seminar where this story is told. Everybody is thinking "Wow," "Oh my g-d," or "I’d get fired if I did that." The speaker then goes on to teach the representatives how to create such a culture in their company. Blah blah blah... But, there is a nuance speakers purposefully forget to mention: before Nordstrom opened, at that exact location stood a store that sold tires. To me the Nordstrom employee’s actions seem more sane now and not like an unbelievable urban myth. Still, a curve was thrown at Nordstrom’s customer service and they passed with flying colors. Well, over two months ago, I threw a curve at Flashcom. Well, I didn’t think it was a curve, but apparently it was. You know what I did? I placed an order for DSL service. I called up last night and sure enough, they made no progress, they were still trying to contact another company to send someone to my house. They did figure out how to bill my credit card, though. They said it would take another 4-6 weeks before I had access. Instead of being quiet and using this as another experience to develop compassion and patience, I decided to say goodbye, cancel my order and give my business to someone else. Maybe it is time to write my first epinion. Earlier today, I placed an order with PhoenixDSL. Their customer service is better than Flashcom according to DSLReports. So far, they have returned all my phone calls and e-mails and allowed me to make a shorter commitment for less money than Flashcom. I’m more hopeful this time. Wednesday, April 12, 2000 Let me provide a little more information about that voice mail number. It is a trend among individuals with personal web sites to provide voice mail numbers so people visiting the web site can leave voice message in addition to e-mail. I’ve heard of people leaving funny messages, singing karaoke and playing music. I’m sure some people get messages from secret admirers. With the advent of free voice mail services on the Internet, it makes it easy for us to create these numbers and for you to leave us messages toll-free. Besides, it is relatively safe, because we’re not giving out our home or cell phone numbers on our web sites, although some do. Want to leave me a voice mail? Call 1-877-545-7722 ext. 793 Tuesday, April 11, 2000 For those who missed it last night, I had a little balloon show going for the camera. Matt Kingston of hit-or-miss.org caught a funny moment. I can explain what was going on, but I think it's more interesting if you just let your imagination go. In my quest to live better and find effective ways to motivate change I have come across a simple phrase that inspires me: "choose curiosity over fear." After driving past Tiger Noodles, Carousel, Hoagie Haven, Orchid Pavilion, Thai Village, Thomas Sweet, PJ's Pancake House and Triumph, I bought lunch at Burger King. Go figure. I could never explain those unhealthy cravings for food I learned to eat during the college years. I still haven't decided what to do for lunch. Screw it. Get in the car, wherever it stops, that's where I get food. Looks like one of my cameras is stoned and there is a rave going on in my bedroom. I'm at work, but I wish I was at the rave.
I seem to have this problem, almost on a daily basis. What the hell do I eat for lunch today? Have you ever had your birthday party at Hooters? Probably not. Well, in case you do, you should be warned that the waitresses make the birthday boy (I'm assuming males...) stand on two stools and dance with salt and pepper shakers. They sing "Happy Birthday" while the birthday boy dances and if he stops dancing, they stop singing. I promised Amir that I would embarrass him on my web site with this picture from his birthday last year. Note: Amir didn't stop dancing until they were done singing.
Yuck! When I woke up my nose was bleeding. I think (hope) it's the dry air and heat. It happened a few times this past winter. Yet, it's Spring in April and the heat is on. Nature is confused. Monday, April 10, 2000 The printer I found on the street days ago with Jack and Dave actually works great. All it needed was some cleaning, new cartridges and the removal of a jammed paperclip. The model is five years old, but I'm glad we have it. Now my dad has no reasons left to use my computer instead of his own. Amy is gathering a group of people to bike New York. Part of me wants to go and part of me doesn't. Maybe if we get a cool group to go, it will be an easier decision for me. If you want to join us and convince me to go, send me a message. Hey, that's a perfect reason for you to use the new "Send me a message" feature on the right-hand side of this page. Sunday, April 9, 2000 Disclaimer: No vegetables were harmed in the making of this web site. Only organic products were used and we recommend you do the same. Want the perfect turkey next Thanksgiving? Wouldn't it be great if they came from the farm and naturally had tasty stuffing inside? What's the point of adding the gravy, when the meat can come with the taste included? Why spend hours in the kitchen slowly simmering the meat to perfection like the Middle Ages when it can be done in two whole minutes? The special people who work so hard to trick nature and ignore natural laws have brought us Nature's Turkey (tm). (link from Alina) Do you like that special someone and are afraid to tell them? Are you straight and think they may be gay? Want to get with somebody at work, but are afraid of making the move because of the akwardness if it's not mutual? Are you married, but want to starting cheating without risking the first move? Fear no more! The Internet has solved your problem. Introducing ecrush.com! Send an anonymous message for all your fearful crushes. Friday, April 7, 2000 So, we need to catch up. Yeah, you and me. Last weekend was a lot of fun for me. Friday night I met up with Jack and Dave at a little Mexican joint called Burritoville. It is in Manhattan at 489 1st avenue between 77th & 78th streets. I recommend their burritos, duh. We checked out a few places in the city and I tried to hard to entertain the guys. But, I had some good chats with Jack about SXSW 2000, his plans and what he's up to. Dave, on the other hand, was quiet most of the night. Well, that's not true, he didn't do much talking, but he did sing the night away. He is one of those all-knowing lyric boys. He sang with every song playing in every joint we went to. Visit Dave's web site and see what he wrote about that night and a picture of Jack and me (click on "my personal log" then scroll down to the fourth paragraph for April 4th's entry that starts "we met elan at burritoville..."). The next day I went to Wayne, Pennsylvania for a wedding of fellow Lehigh classmates. Jeff and Tracy Freundlich are the first of my Lehigh friends to tie the knot. There weren't many Lehigh folks there. Jeff and Tracy are closer with their high school crowd. The most inspiring part of the night was when Jeff got up on stage, played the keyboard and sang "Maybe I'm Amazed" by Paul McCartney to Tracy. Jeff has improved his voice a lot since we were in vocals class together. After that, every single girl in the place wanted him to be her husband. That was last weekend. Today I'm driving to Philadelphia to visit Ilya and Regina Grinberg. I went to their wedding this past December, remember? I said I would be calling every week, right? I called again today. Apparently, Flashcom still hasn't processed my order although that's not what the company representative I spoke to last week told me. Life is too short to get upset about this stuff. |
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Thursday, April 6, 2000 Yesterday was another long day and late night at work... We're making lots of progress and it's cool to see something usable and real (in virtual world) come together from what used to be just in your head a few months back. Per, who I work with, is one hot coder. He's fast, he juggles many things well and he stops additions and tweaks to the product so the schedule isn't affected. I respect that behavior (as that is his role), although it is sometimes annoying to designers. But hey, it is more important to be respected than liked. Although, that's not the case with Per, because I like him, too. Oh, I stayed at work again last night, unexpectedly. That means you will see me on the webcam wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Do not be alarmed; odor does not transfer well over the Internet. Yet. Wednesday, April 5, 2000 It looks like Lehigh University students have sex on their minds. I used to feel like I missed out. Michelle caught a picture from my webcam today and she captioned it: "Word to your mom!" ![]() This past Monday, Amy and I celebrated our one year anniversary. We were being rather playful. I spent the night talking in a Singlish (Singapore and English) accent, while sometimes shifting to Indian. She was making animal noises between dinner and the movie. In fact, for a while she sounded like this chicken. Weird, I just ran in nice ~50 degree weather and now it's snowing. Woo hoo, I just ran about 2 miles around Princeton and Carnegie Lake. That was my first run around this area. All good, except the fumes from the trucks and cars on Washington Rd. I crashed at the office last night. We're working on some good stuff to show the investment folk. |
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