Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
At one point today, I thought that I don't live…
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 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 So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it!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.
At one point today, I thought that I don't live a life of quiet desperation -- how quiet can desperation be when you have a weblog?
Yet: today I met Lynda Barry! She autographed a bookmark for me, and told me that she really likes autographing her work, "because you get to write in books!"
Lasy night, courtesy of Adam and Josh, I tried ouzo, a Greek liquor with an anise (read: black licorice) flavor. You may be familiar with ouzo from the Moxy Früvous song "My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors", in which the narrator is "pounding the ouzo / with Mario Puzo." I enjoyed it. I also found out, disconcertingly, that when I stray beyond "tipsy" into -- I hesitate to say -- "drunk" territory, I really throw around the "damn you!" and other such general castigations. I don't know why.
I'm listening to a lot of Dar Williams at the moment. Hey, she's playing in Berkeley in late October! I hear a Seth Trip...
