Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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The End
ON THIS DAY in 1971, Pamela Courson found Doors frontman Jim Morrison dead in the bathtub of their Paris apartment. The cause of death was heart failure. No autopsy was performed. Morrison was 27. A…
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Underdubbed
When my brother Pete and I were kids, and our parents were out of town, we ditched school for a week and cut an “album” by recording backing tracks to my dad’s reel-to-reel, then live…
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She’s the Boss.
She is not here to eat. She is here to ensure my compliance.
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My UX Superpower: Nothing Works!
Maybe I’m special. Or unlucky. But things that supposedly work intuitively for most users tend to fail spectacularly for me. After stints in academia, journalism, advertising, and music, I poured myself into web design in…
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Pete’s Presence
It was a spring that felt more like winter last week in New York; suddenly it feels like summer. After my air-conditioned bedroom, the living room and kitchen was like a walk-in oven. A weirdly…
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My brother, the rhythmic conceptualist
Remembrance of beats passed.
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American healthcare
Cooling my heels at the drugstore.
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My Glamorous Life: Entertaining Uncle George
Fam and I are visiting my 96-year-old Uncle George tonight. We love him. His complicated and somewhat meandering stories have been music to my daughter’s ears since she fell asleep in a cab at age…
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My Glamorous Life: Bots, Books, and Betrayal
My father was an engineer who designed robots. When I first learned what he did, I imagined the Robot from “Lost in Space,” and asked him to make me one. When I turned 13, I realized…
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Staying relevant
“And in their place came acceptance.” Staying relevant in your profession as you age and technology changes.
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The eye of God
My doctor sends me to Brooklyn for an abdominal aortic aneurysm screening. As instructed, I fast for six hours beforehand. I don’t even brush my teeth, for fear of swallowing toothpaste and screwing up the…
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My Glamorous Life: broken by design.
I encounter broken systems like this almost every week. And probably, so do you.
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A morning’s tale
Instead of screaming, I turned on the faucet.
