I am in here.
That’s what I’m living. Don’t know why I never made it to Las Vegas (specifically, the Bellagio) before, but I’m glad to have made it now. Blogging will be intermittent as I head down to the pool and reserve a cabana… Buck went downstairs for coffee around 5:30 this morning. On returning, he said that … Continue reading The Life.
In a disqualified universe, “quality” is found by addition. — Ken Wilber
It is hard to wake up early in the morning when you are full of cough medicine and sleeping sweetly, but up I got, and to the airport we went, and to Las Vegas we go. It is cold enough that I get to watch the planes being de-iced as I sit by the window … Continue reading Going to Las Vegas
How do you decide who is a journalist? (kottke.org) “Those who advocate a special legal privilege for journalists must accept that anyone who thinks he’s a journalist is a journalist, and figure out how to protect the activity rather than a defined group of people.”
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