Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
I'm catching up on e-mail while listening to this terrific…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2001 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.
I'm catching up on e-mail while listening to this terrific CD of mp3'd music that Steve gave me. That is, he gave me the media, the CD itself. Whether he gave me the music...well, I wouldn't want to claim any property rights that I don't have, so I'll just leave that ambiguous.
I meant to go to Steve's Halloween party last weekend, but I fell asleep at 8pm that evening, full of pilaf and salad and contentment, and I woke momentarily at 11:45 or something and resigned myself to missing the party. It's too bad. I wanted to go, if only to push myself to develop a costume, and because I missed Steve's last party. Is there some dark force keeping me from Steve's parties? Time will tell.
By the way, this picture of me has these weird historical associations which I just mentioned in an email to Devin, and this Salon story made Alexei and me guffaw rather explosively. We read the pulpy, noir-y parts aloud together. Isn't "Stoner Mayhem" sort of a name for an event or athlete? Isn't the last paragraph of that article a jarring contrast to everything but the beginning, of which it is a clone?
