Sunshocked

Steve Jobs died yesterday. He was fifty-six. Two days earlier I turned thirty-four. Twenty-two years doesn’t seem like much to have left.

Once upon a time, I had a blog. Now I’m not so sure. Consider the facts.

Facebook overhauled their privacy policy yesterday in an effort to address widespread criticism. I didn’t read it. I already left three weeks ago. Here’s why.

The NFL has announced that this year will be the last time they redesign the Superbowl logo. After over forty years of wild mutations and embarrassing zeitgeists, it’s finally been standardized. Let’s say goodbye to some old gems.

Two years since its conception, my “modular solar” project is now up-and-running. Here’s how I did it and how I’d do it differently if I started today.

My darkest secret was recently revealed at a dinner party: I’m a roleplayer. When asked why, I said I had an answer but it was a long one. Here it is.

Before making resolutions for 2010, I reviewed those I had made each January 1st throughout the ‘Naughties. While many had been checked off, those that remained suggested a new strategy.

Yesterday, the California Supreme Court upheld the constitutionality of Proposition 8, which denies same-sex couples the right to marry. Reaction in San Francisco was swift and severe, if not strategic.

I tried to describe the logo my mother should look for—a half-black, half-white, double-bucketed asexual figure in front of a 3d globe—and suddenly realized how to better support the Fair Trade movement.

Although opening night of the new Star Trek reboot was sold out, I won’t let that stop me from reviewing it. Here is my best guess of what my reflections would have been, had I actually made it in last night…