by Maxine Kumin I eat thesewild red raspberriesstill warm from the sunand smelling faintly of jewelweedin memory of my father tucking the napkinunder his chin and bendingover an ironstone bowlof the bright drupeletsawash in cream my fatherwith the sigh of a manwho has seen all and been redeemedsaid time after timeas he lifted his spoon …
Today at work, I didn’t eat lunch. I was busy working on getting a Flash gallery up for one of our stations, and was finishing up all the last minute details. Next thing I know, the coffee’s worn off and it’s damn near 6 PM. Once I got home, I started to muck around on …
This is a fun Flash game, which I got from twelvestone. Definitely give it a whirl, but be prepared to lose about 10 to 15 minutes of your day to this thing.
Talked to a bunch of folks tonight. I’ve been off of IM lately, and ever since I started working fulltime, I’ve not been using IM all that often at work. Mainly, I load up Trillian when I get back to my apartment, on my home computer. Tonight, I talked with rypunked, Designess, Mellzah, Matt, mofo, …
At work, Ben and I were trying to put together a proof-of-concept. There was a request for an outside vendor’s offering (transparent Flash ads that contained video). As much as I oppose this idea (and I mean to make a formal, well-informed presentation on exactly why I think this particular approach is potentially damaging), Ben …
Seeing this made me think of the girl I tried to find who was trying to find that boy.
On my way home from work, I ran into Liz and Steph on North Avenue. We talked a bit (chatted about the nonfiction book Liz had about Mormons). Next thing I know, they’ve convinced me to go grab a beer with them and we make our way to Holiday. Ahhhh Holiday. Located on the corner …
Sorry. I had plans to do more for today, but all I managed was to do updates from the weekend.
Well, I said that I would be keeping my family out of this blog (since they never agreed to its terms and it feels a bit invasive to me). So… you all get the edited for TV version of the weekend. Basically, everyone (and I mean everyone) on my father’s side of the family gathered …
Felix's Chinese name is Wei Tien. For the longest time, he thought his name meant "very sky." But he later found out it roughly translated to "Preserver of Heaven."
Felix was in show choir in high school. He can still pull out the old "jazz hands" if need be, due in no small part to muscle memory.
Every once in a while, Felix has some interesting run-ins with other Asians. At times, they're armed with cameras; at other times, he has the slight feeling that they might be armed, period.
