Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder
Joy
Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2005 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 So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it!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.
It's been a FANTASTIC few days, mild jaw pain notwithstanding. (In a few weeks I'll have wisdom teeth out.)
This person writes like an unholy combination of Leonard, Ryan North, Chris Onstad, Stephenson, and Gogol.
I've gotten lots of email from humans, eaten well, slept well, had a job interview, talked with a socialist about political theory, socialized with friends and co-workers, worked productively, watched fun movies and TV, finished reading a book or two, and gone to a baseball game! There were garlic fries and fireworks!
I use "cyanide pill" as shorthand for the legendary poison pills spies supposedly carry with them so as to die rather than spill state secrets. Supposedly they find comfort in knowing it's there and a spy can hold out longer under interrogation than he would otherwise because he knows he always has the option of ending it all. I've encouraged friends in bad jobs to decide on their cyanide pills. What would make you quit?
Now that I'm interviewing for other jobs, my current one doesn't seem so bad.
