Every time I open the drawer, it's a trip down Memory Lane, which, if you don't turn off at the right exit, merges straight into the Masochistic Nostalgia Highway.
The old internet is shrinking and being replaced by walled gardens.
Search, a marketing method that didn't exist a decade ago, provides the most efficient and inexpensive way for businesses to find leads.
Increasingly, search is our mechanism for how we understand ourselves, our world, and our place within it.
Making media companies that you hope to sell is not a lot of fun for anyone who cares deeply about making media.
Bill Gates has become the patron saint of philanthropy and the poster child of rebirth, and from what I can tell, rightly so.
WordPress makes it drop-dead easy to start a site. Take my advice and go do it.
No date prefixed directs me in the starry rubric set.
I found a Bill Evans record in the bookcase and was listening to it while drying my hair when I realized that it was the record I had played in Naoko's room on the night of her birthday, the night she cried and I took her in my arms. That had happened only six months earlier, but it felt like something from a much remoter past. Maybe it felt that way because I had thought about it so often-too often, to the point where it had distorted my sense of time.
I was clinically depressed. I was paranoid. I was agoraphobic. I would have days at a time of not being able to even bathe or brush my teeth.
I try not to be a prisoner to those kinds of thoughts or ideas of what I think my life should be or shouldn't be. That's why I've never had a five-year plan. I always knew that I wanted to have children. It wasn't kind of something that I discovered later. I also never felt the biological clock ticking because I think I always knew that I wanted to adopt.