tl;dr version: I’ve left my job as a sociology professor to go work at Intel’s Interaction and Experience Lab. I wish I had a pithy, epic post about the stagnation of the social sciences (which I think may possibly be the case, but holy cats must we over and over and over again romanticize and […]
Category Archives: Personal
I was just perusing my pinboard bookmarks from this past year, thought I would pass along the kinds of things that crossed the transom over 2012. I know, listcicles are a little late, and sooo December, but still. Enjoy, and I’m happy to have some conversation about some or all of these things, publicly or […]
The drink, not the borough. Well, sure, the borough too, but mostly the drink. If you are looking to stock a truly lovely Manhattan, here is a list of tools, ingredients, and directions: Tools / Ingredients: – Luxardo Maraschino Cherries: $24 – Tovolo KING CUBE trays: $8.50 – Dolin’s Blanc Vermouth de Chambery: $13 – […]
Per an earlier post, cookies have been made. They look like this: Go ahead and look at it full-sized. You know you wanna.
It’s been a while since I’ve done any things about me. A friend reminds me to move forward! By the time I graduated from college, I did not know how to cook at all. This is something of a sad state of affairs, considering that my mother cooked amazingly and consistently throughout my adolescence. In […]
It’s easy to get riled up. Let some jellies remind you how cool the world is.
“Let me think about the people who I care about the most, and how when they fail, or disappoint me, I still love them, I still give them chances, and I still see the best in them. Let me extend that generosity to myself.” Feeling this lately. Welcome back to the show. Er, A Show.
This is especially apt for a colleague who is in the middle of a two-weeks of niceness campaign: 1) The last lines of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: Willy Wonka: But Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he he always wanted. Charlie Bucket: What happened? Willy Wonka: He […]
On the subject of memory again, I am afraid of needles. Needles of all kinds, but shots and blood-drawing in particular. Apparently, I was fine with shots until about the age of six. But while it’s tempting to attribute to my mother’s passing (doctors! trauma! death!), here I think it is not the case at […]
A few month ago, a meme went around on Facebook to say 25 things about yourself. I thought it might be interesting to do them a bit more fleshed out than the FB venue allows for. I might not get to 25, I might do more. Thing One: my mom died when I was 6 […]