Sheepwalking
I’ve said it many times and I’ll say it again, “I don’t hate my job, I just resent being tethered to a job.” — it’s the schedule, really. Each time Continue Reading →
formerly Flotsam and Jetsam — Thoughts that float through my head like so much detritus
I’ve said it many times and I’ll say it again, “I don’t hate my job, I just resent being tethered to a job.” — it’s the schedule, really. Each time Continue Reading →
Following on the heels of my panic over search algorithms that exclude things from me, a friend was discussing how difficult it is to talk to people “outside our geek Continue Reading →
Many thanks to @linuxchiq on Twitter for sharing a post from Librarian By Day which is focused on a TED talk by Eli Pariser about the danger of “personalized web Continue Reading →
I’ve always found Mother’s Day to be an odd celebration: equal parts guilt and consumerism seasoned with sentimentality, ambivalence or remorse, depending on family history or situation. In North America, Continue Reading →
What Threadless designers got for Christmas in 1978… [Photo by Kate Bingaman-Burt, kateconsumption on Flickr]
Consider this photo: It shows US President Barack Obama editing the address he gave on Sunday night. It’s part of The Whitehouse Flickr stream. If you view it on Flickr, Continue Reading →
Remember when Facebook launched its new “groups” function and everyone panicked because suddenly people could be added to groups the same way they could be tagged in photos — by Continue Reading →
As much as I was yee-haw-ing all over the place about Iggy and Duceppe being defeated in their own ridings as their parties both tanked in the wake of the Continue Reading →
Last night there was one big bright shiny star in the midst of the breaking news and its name is Twitter. Twitter is where I heard first that there would Continue Reading →
It’s a Sunday evening, on the tail end of a pleasant weekend (which would have been much more pleasant had I been sans sinus cold) and the eve of yet-another-election Continue Reading →