Alarm clock. 5:30. Pop's in town. That means dinner at the latest, hottest new place. Tonight. Some Balkan joint I've never heard of. With his latest arm confection, no doubt. Shower: Uneventful. Too anxious to engage in "The Thinking Man's Television." Bathroom Scale: Too much. It's the damned biz-dev job. No time…
INBOX: FROM YOUR NEW FRIENDS AT BMAIL
FROM YOUR NEW FRIENDS AT BMAIL to: our new friend from: newfriends@bmail.com 0823 Thursday (5 hours ago) Dear Friend, Your New Friends at Bmail hope you'll do us a favor. Because, you know, you visit a lot of websites, you do. And we're just guessing, from a cursory glance at your browser history, that you…
City of Light
September 2013. France is crazy beautiful, in case you were wondering. Took a photo of the Eiffel Tower, too, in case nobody else did.
OTHERS DAY
At first the doubling didn't warrant much thought to Nelson Garrett's way of looking at it. The way meetings double-scheduled themselves on Bmail and then doubled again, showing, like, four occurrences on the BMail Auto Kalends Calendar. Maybe some bug was causing duplicate messages to be sent, or, as was more likely, technology was just…
BLAME THE MIRROR
This fifty-year-old ex-copywriter's unshaven face stared back in amazement from the device and the face and its counterpart both knew the time had come to write a blog. A blog of fictions. He'd recently affected the pipe, trusting that it instantly added gravitas to his persona and moment to what you're about to read. Ignore…
SELF-INFLICTED WORLD 