an illustrated book about birds
Everyone's aflutter because a literary agency is dropping by to check out us young writers. My mood before the interview is pretty nicely paraphrased by the passage in the Dave Eggers memoir where he's waiting for his Real World interview:
While waiting and chatting, I realize that, duh, I'm already auditioning. I begin to think harder about my words, making them more memorable, wanting to be at once fun, cutting edge, soulful and midwestern. I notice my legs; they're crossed. But how to cross my legs? The guy-guy way or the women's-older man's way? If I do the latter, will they think I'm gay? Will that help?
Seth points out SodaPlay: this is cool. It reminds me slightly of that old Life simulator for the Mac, except the little Euler-graph beasties you build here are bound by user-defined laws of physics.
Trying to make ends meet in San Francisco if you're anywhere other than the tech industry.
