Journalism

Offline and Still in Touch With Away Messaging (Washington Post, July 9 2004) Why wouldn’t he leave an away message? That’s how everyone they know communicates these days. Away messaging, a function of instant messaging, is this generation’s automatic way of telling online buddies, when the sender’s not online, where he or she is, or is not, 24-7. It’s no more remarkable to a 20-year-old than the telephone answering machine is to parents. If you can’t imagine letting your 150…

This man is my new hero. [Stolen from Saheli Datta] My only chance was to stay calm, I told myself. “Moo mishkilleh, ana sahafi,” I shouted — pidgin Arabic for “don’t worry, I’m a journalist.” It didn’t make any difference. I was frog-marched through the throng at a rapid clip, an Arab TV crew filming what was shaping up to be a juicy scoop — a live execution of a Westerner. Mindful that these might be the last shots the…

Who’s on First? Spider-Man. No shit. Ads on bases. What a massively stupid idea. Speaking of bad ideas, what is this Post on WiFi all about? Is this their response to the NYT’s WiFi special issue from yesterday? Even my grandparents know about WiFi. C’mon guys. Get a clue.

Well, I don’t know what to say anymore. First I wasn’t going to apply to grad school, then I did, then I didn’t want to go, then I did again, then I didn’t want to go again, then I got into Columbia, and yesterday I was ready to commit to going, and now, I’m not so sure anymore. I hate this. Columbia is great, but the truth is, I do want a job. And I know I’ve been annoying some…

Holy fuck. I just got into Columbia. Talk about throwing my life all out of whack again. More later.