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I just finished reading A Book of Days, by Patti Smith, after going to see her speak at City Arts in San Francisco. Smith is just enough older than my generation’s obsessions that I didn’t start out familiar with her work, but I had the general idea that she’s a legend - and as she told … Continue reading A Book of Days
Back in the 1990s, I used to listen to a band called London After Midnight. The one album they’d released, called “Selected Scenes from the End of the World,” featured church bells, rain, minor key chords, and a general sense of melodrama. Yes, this band is definitely retro-Goth. An honorary niece of mine is into … Continue reading Selected Scenes from the End of the World
Back long ago, back in the Before Times, I used to host new-grad associate product managers at work. They were fresh out of college, determined and eager to make a good impression - usually convinced that this meant doing All The Things, and usually doing All The Things themselves, without needing to ask for help … Continue reading something happens next
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