This is my dad, the best joker in the world.
Who else would dance to “Re: Your Brains” (Jonathan Coulton’s Zombie song) at his daughter’s wedding?
My dad, the legally blind man who taught me to drive a stick shift.
This is the guy who plopped me in front of a VIC-20 when I was 5 years old and taught me LOGO.
He kept Adobe font catalogs and WIRED magazine around the house, inspiring a lifelong love of design and geekery.
I owe him most of my bad jokes, and all of my pedanticism.
It’s a good life. Thanks Dad!
Someone asked me where I found the art for my nonexistent biopsy scar-covering tattoo, and I thought you guys might be interested…
This came from a series of 18th Century bookbindings. It’s too elaborate for reality, perhaps, but I liked the idea.
This was intended to cover a scar that I have grown rather fond of. The tattoo plan was scrapped, but the concept was good.
I sampled my skin color from a photo, isolated two different florets from book covers I found in a digital library collection, overlapped them, messed with transparency, did a color mask to match a brown ink, and then chickened out at the last minute.
For more on why I didn’t get a tattoo, please see this very special episode of Red vs. Blue.
What a wonderful night. Thank you everyone for your kindness.
Here’s what I’ve been up to so far this year…
- Married my dearest friend
- Changed my last name (call me Erica Olsen or Erica Firment, just don’t call me late to dinner)
- Spent the first two weeks of married life sharing the flu
- Drove down the California coast in a convertible
- Saw elephant seals and sea otters
- Started turning our spare bedroom into a Library
- More flu
- Watched Ong Bak Thai Warrior
- Marital bliss
How about you? How has the year been treating you? I’m back to work tomorrow, and am looking forward to a week of friends, food, and thank you note writing.
In less than a week, 118 of our friends and relatives will stop by to dance at our wedding. I’m up late picking the music. Any suggestions?
I’m battling the forces of Chicken Dance here, people. I could use a hand. What is on your Do Not Play list?
The Thursday night Linden Lab whisky tasting has degraded in the traditional way. I’m surrounded by tipy nerds, discussing the glories of JQuery. One of my co-workers is wearing a shirt that reads “The Age of Consent Tour 1997”. Nerdcore rap blares from the QA office.
Life is good.
My mother, the real librarian (not a digital muckety muck thingamajig like me), will be visiting me here in San Francisco next week. Since she will be hanging around with non-Midwesterners, I thought it would be good to provide her with an introduction to west coast language. I know, right?
I know, right?
Rumored origin: L.A.
Literal meaning: “Can you believe this thing we are talking about? It goes without saying, and yet we are saying it.”
Connotation: “We are all in agreement here. Also, I have never read Beowulf.”
Rumored origin: NoCal.
Literal meaning: Intensifier. “Their pie is hella good.”
Connotation: “I am twelve.”
Yeah yeah yeah
Rumored origin: Coffee-fueled Berkeley undergraduates
Literal meaning: “I agree so strongly that it can be quickly dismissed with a rapid exclamation.”
Connotation: “We are getting things DONE in this conversation.”
Rumored origin: The 1960s.
Literal meaning: “Good. Calm. Without trouble. Easy.”
Connotation:”I have had lots of therapy and/or drugs.”
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