Archive for August, 2005

Holy crap! Business Week has nominated Mighty Goods in the Shopping category of its Best of Web. As if that isn’t enough of a score, eBay and Amazon are among the other nominees. Ulp.
As you might have guessed, the Goliaths are kicking ass, but I think that�s mostly because they have staffs in the […]

Three pleasant things on Flickr:

Mrs. Kennedy�s snail trails
Faces in things
Mom�s recipes

Bryan: So, you�re never going to read the new Harry Potter book, right?
Me: No.
Bryan: So I can tell you about it?
Me: Mmmm. Is this the part where you try to get me to discuss Harry Potter?
Bryan: Yes.
Me: Please don�t make me discuss Harry Potter with you. Please?
Bryan: Aw, come […]

Kayla is demonstrating a point by playing air drums at the table. She�s rocking out, twirling imaginary sticks, tossing them in the air. After a few confidence-building throws, she takes things up a notch, rocketing a single imaginary drumstick way up into the rafters.
Our eyes follow it up, and up, and up. The imaginary drumstick […]

The Brooklyn tea shop is playing an eclectic mix of �80s music. We�ve been there working for an hour or so when �Fame!� comes on, and the cashier turns it up.
FAME! I�M GONNA LIVE FOREVER! BABY REMEMBER MY NAAAAAME. (Remember! Remember!)
Bryan: Do you know who sings this?
Me: No.
Bryan: Maggie! She asked […]

A young nun was recently reprimanded for dancing indecorously with a missionary during Catholic World Youth Day. According to the article, a local newspaper “showed pictures of a dancing Johanne Vertommen being held up in the air by the missionary, and then clinging to him with her legs wrapped around his body.”
Refreshing, no? I think […]

The French have vending machines full of books.
(Thanks, Kayla.)

Originally uploaded by MaggieMason.
First in Skeneatales, NY for The Morning News retreat; then visiting Jen, Jeff and sweet little Arlo in Rhode Island. Now I’m in Brooklyn, but we’ll be off to D.C. tomorrow for Adaptive Path’s User Experience Week. Then I’m going to sleep for two years.
Keep an eye on my Flickr stream […]

-I have a Flickr stalker.
-How would you spell that?

When Heather comes to visit, I suggest that we stop by Good Vibrations, a local highbrow sex shop, for a quintessential San Francisco experience.
We amble through the Mission, passing forty-two taquerias along the way, and finally arrive at our destination. I�ve been to Good Vibrations a dozen times — for bachelorette supplies and the […]