I really miss my little sister Peach. Though we only ever talk every month or two, I think I have the best relationship with her of anyone in my life.
Ponder: as digital records of life — photographs, videos, emails, IM logs, etc — become more and more common, is it harder or easier to cope with the death of a close friend?
(NB that my sister is not dead, she’s at the beach right now.)
Been working on the dashboard a bit recently.
Sitting in my kitchen at three in the morning working my ass off. Again. These are the good times. No, seriously. They are.
Also: I could listen to A Wolf At the Door all night long. It’s like Thom Yorke and Lou Reed made a baby, and it was this song.
My best memories of Wolf are: walking through Paris with my WiFi geiger counter, looking for a cafe with an uplink, the mp3 playing in the background two months before the album was released. And: leaving the office at 4am and riding my bike through the empty streets of Brookline with this going on repeat.