24 July 2002

Ettore taught me some Italian the other day: ho speranze di successo. Sono un amico sincero.

Taylor, one lazy Sunday morning in Cape Cod.

Decided not to sleep tonight for no good reason, doing my work at a leisurely pace on the couch here in our living room. There’s a nice breeze coming in through the window. I’m going to miss this apartment when I have to move out at the end of the summer.

Joe sitting in my living room, back in October.

In college, I used to stay up for days at a time — I think the record was 96 hours once — surely I can handle a single night of sleeplessness now. Even though I do have a board meeting at 7am.

David, our CEO, in the room where we have board meetings.

It’s been a while since I’ve been to Cafe Algiers. We used to go there all the time, but I think these days the customer base just seems hopelessly pompous. Not that the patronage has changed, but I think maybe I’m just less impressed with intellectual and financial posturing nowadays.

vomit and/or defecate in taxicab: $35.00

I’ve been enjoying Pat’s blog.