Realizations are the worst. —Liz Lemon Ooops, it’s been a month. Funny how that happens. Lots of conversations lately about how to balance love and money, art and commerce, following your passion vs. being a grownup who can’t afford to fuck up your credit rating anymore. Some at SXSW, some elsewhere. Anyway, I’m not
It’s been just over a year since I moved back to Austin. This was supposed to be an end-of-the-year post, but now it’s a beginning-of-the-year post. Last month I helped a client who needed a website, STAT. The business was going to be mentioned in an industry publication, and we had three days. To me,
On the Facebook page I recently posted the Gizmodo article, “Generation X is Tired of Your Bullshit.” Every Gen-Xer I know fell madly in love with its combination of sly Reality Bites references and cranky cynicism. But more than anything, we collectively nodded in recognition: we’re tired. And the thing about Gen Y is that it
I once spent a summer in Italy on an archaeological dig; in the evenings after we finished work, a group of us would read Plato in Greek — and yes, it was lovely, but the university’s awesome policies put everyone in debt so don’t get too misty about it. We finished The Phaedo but not The Apology. On the
At a recent job interview, the interviewer asked about my PhD. He was in the process of getting one himself, so at least he wasn’t freaked out by it, but we had an amusing (to me) interaction when I told him I wasn’t planning on doing any more teaching. “So you’re not going to use