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ZOMG, this category is so boring and mainly for administrative purposes. I wrote over 1000 posts using Blogger between November 2000 and September 2002, and when I imported them into Movable Type back in 2002, I stuck them all here.
Searchable Streaming Music Last year,
18
Jun
2001
In: Zomg blogger archives
Searchable Streaming Music
Last year, several of my friends were working for a company called Friskit, yet another San Francisco start-up. This one boasted technology that could search the web for streaming music…sort of like Napster, except you don’t have to download an MP3, you just listen to the music streaming. Also unlike Napster, the music industry likes this one. Anyway, I’d long ago forgotten about it (as have my friends who used to work there–one has been travelling in Asia for the last six months, the other is designing space ships in Boulder–no joke), but I’ve spent today giving some of the playlists a whirl . I’d actually recommend checking it out. Not the greatest user interface, but a nice little app. I’m currently listening to the “Booty Call” playlist and loving it. It’s almost enough to make me completely forget that the company was going to hire me last spring, and then, once I was already in SF, decided they weren’t because one of my freelance clients created a conflict of interest with one of their investors. Then they let the secretary tell me all this. Over the phone. Lovely.
Memory Bank I’d like to
18
Jun
2001
In: Zomg blogger archives
Memory Bank
I’d like to make a deposit, please?
I remember the first time I learned what caviar was. I was probably 9 years old, and my mother and I were at a potluck somewhere. A fancy potluck. Maybe it was even a wedding. Anyway, I was really into the deviled eggs (I had a pre-pubescent adoration of eggs–I had to be limited to only four a day because otherwise I would go through dozens in a week), and asked my mother what the little black things on top of them were.
“Salt pellets,” she replied, and that worked for me. They tasted sort of salty, I thought, as I ate three more eggs. After watching me chow down, my mother leaned over and whispered, “Actually, those black things? They’re fish eggs.”
“No they’re not.” I said with much exasperation. Remember, my parents were the ones who called split pea stew “poop soup” and who tried to convince me that it actually wasn’t “tofu,” it was “TOE FOOD,” made from the fleshy white meat of giants’ feet. By the time I was 9, I’d developed a hearty skepticism.
“No, really–they are!” my mother exclaimed, and then went into some detail about how they slit the fish open and pour out the caviar and how it’s a big delicacy and all.
I was stunned. Horrified. Disgusted. And I’m not sure if I’ve eaten caviar since.
Filtered underwear fights flatulence He
17
Jun
2001
In: Zomg blogger archives
Filtered underwear fights flatulence
He and his wife, Arlene, 57, who suffers from Crohn’s disease, a form of inflammatory bowel syndrome, were lying under the covers when she let go a bomb. “I’m laying in bed with her, sort of suffering silently,” he said. Out of the silence came determination. Something had to be done. (Thanks to the Obscure Store for the link)
Juxtaposition This is Andreas’ web
17
Jun
2001
In: Zomg blogger archives
Juxtaposition
This is Andreas’ web page. It’s not done, but you can take a peak at it. And speaking of Andreas, did you know that Kids of Gays Are More Empathetic?
Gelnaw said her son, Zach, who is heterosexual, “is the kind of guy girls want to be friends with. He’s incredibly empathetic. He doesn’t have to put on that macho act.”
“Sons appear to respond in more complex ways to parental sexual orientations. On some measures, like aggressiveness and play preferences, the sons of lesbian mothers behave in less traditionally masculine ways than those raised by heterosexual single mothers. However, on other measures, such as occupational goals and sartorial styles, they also exhibit greater gender conformity than do daughters with lesbian mothers.”
Read the full report here.
Former dot-com workers crowd homeless
15
Jun
2001
In: Zomg blogger archives
Former dot-com workers crowd homeless shelters
John Sacrosante, who earned more than $100,000 a year as a free-lance database engineer, spent his 39th birthday last week with the “brothers” he met at the church shelter where he has been living.
“We’re all equal here,” Sacrosante said. “When you’re used to making six figures and working in a dynamic and exciting environment and all of a sudden it goes away, you do have a nice little world of depression going on.”
This is not from The Onion, folks. This is from Salon. That being said, I love that this guy talks about how hard it is to leave a “dynamic and exciting environment.” Is there a 12-step program for letting go of Web Employee Jargon?
Jeffrey Zeldman Presents: The Ad
14
Jun
2001
In: Zomg blogger archives
Jeffrey Zeldman Presents: The Ad Graveyard
This one is my favorite. The ad really should have run.
Searchable Streaming Music Last year,
18 Jun 2001 In: Zomg blogger archivesSearchable Streaming Music
Last year, several of my friends were working for a company called Friskit, yet another San Francisco start-up. This one boasted technology that could search the web for streaming music…sort of like Napster, except you don’t have to download an MP3, you just listen to the music streaming. Also unlike Napster, the music industry likes this one. Anyway, I’d long ago forgotten about it (as have my friends who used to work there–one has been travelling in Asia for the last six months, the other is designing space ships in Boulder–no joke), but I’ve spent today giving some of the playlists a whirl . I’d actually recommend checking it out. Not the greatest user interface, but a nice little app. I’m currently listening to the “Booty Call” playlist and loving it. It’s almost enough to make me completely forget that the company was going to hire me last spring, and then, once I was already in SF, decided they weren’t because one of my freelance clients created a conflict of interest with one of their investors. Then they let the secretary tell me all this. Over the phone. Lovely.
Memory Bank I’d like to
18 Jun 2001 In: Zomg blogger archivesMemory Bank
I’d like to make a deposit, please?
I remember the first time I learned what caviar was. I was probably 9 years old, and my mother and I were at a potluck somewhere. A fancy potluck. Maybe it was even a wedding. Anyway, I was really into the deviled eggs (I had a pre-pubescent adoration of eggs–I had to be limited to only four a day because otherwise I would go through dozens in a week), and asked my mother what the little black things on top of them were.
“Salt pellets,” she replied, and that worked for me. They tasted sort of salty, I thought, as I ate three more eggs. After watching me chow down, my mother leaned over and whispered, “Actually, those black things? They’re fish eggs.”
“No they’re not.” I said with much exasperation. Remember, my parents were the ones who called split pea stew “poop soup” and who tried to convince me that it actually wasn’t “tofu,” it was “TOE FOOD,” made from the fleshy white meat of giants’ feet. By the time I was 9, I’d developed a hearty skepticism.
“No, really–they are!” my mother exclaimed, and then went into some detail about how they slit the fish open and pour out the caviar and how it’s a big delicacy and all.
I was stunned. Horrified. Disgusted. And I’m not sure if I’ve eaten caviar since.
Filtered underwear fights flatulence He
17 Jun 2001 In: Zomg blogger archivesFiltered underwear fights flatulence
He and his wife, Arlene, 57, who suffers from Crohn’s disease, a form of inflammatory bowel syndrome, were lying under the covers when she let go a bomb. “I’m laying in bed with her, sort of suffering silently,” he said. Out of the silence came determination. Something had to be done. (Thanks to the Obscure Store for the link)
Juxtaposition This is Andreas’ web
17 Jun 2001 In: Zomg blogger archivesJuxtaposition
This is Andreas’ web page. It’s not done, but you can take a peak at it. And speaking of Andreas, did you know that Kids of Gays Are More Empathetic?
Gelnaw said her son, Zach, who is heterosexual, “is the kind of guy girls want to be friends with. He’s incredibly empathetic. He doesn’t have to put on that macho act.”
“Sons appear to respond in more complex ways to parental sexual orientations. On some measures, like aggressiveness and play preferences, the sons of lesbian mothers behave in less traditionally masculine ways than those raised by heterosexual single mothers. However, on other measures, such as occupational goals and sartorial styles, they also exhibit greater gender conformity than do daughters with lesbian mothers.”
Read the full report here.
Former dot-com workers crowd homeless
15 Jun 2001 In: Zomg blogger archivesFormer dot-com workers crowd homeless shelters
John Sacrosante, who earned more than $100,000 a year as a free-lance database engineer, spent his 39th birthday last week with the “brothers” he met at the church shelter where he has been living.
“We’re all equal here,” Sacrosante said. “When you’re used to making six figures and working in a dynamic and exciting environment and all of a sudden it goes away, you do have a nice little world of depression going on.”
This is not from The Onion, folks. This is from Salon. That being said, I love that this guy talks about how hard it is to leave a “dynamic and exciting environment.” Is there a 12-step program for letting go of Web Employee Jargon?
Jeffrey Zeldman Presents: The Ad
14 Jun 2001 In: Zomg blogger archivesJeffrey Zeldman Presents: The Ad Graveyard
This one is my favorite. The ad really should have run.
Hey there. I'm Ariel Meadow Stallings, a native Seattleite who's written my way up and down the Left Coast. Electrolicious is where I post daily randomata, but I also write for a living. My first book, Offbeat Bride, was published last year.
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