(And I believe we were.) From his autobiography:
“My notebooks began in the very early days in Paris. I think, in those days, I always carried one with me. I was like a reporter at large. I made notes so conscientiously you’d think I was being paid by a big, important newspaper. I made notes of [...]
Monday was my deadline for a freelance project that had me working like a madman throughout the weekend. I’d thought I was over the hump on this project when I’d completed most of the text. “All” that was left was document layout, a thought that did not strike as much fear in my heart as [...]
Sorry for the dearth of posting, but I’m wrapping up a freelance project that’s due Monday.
Pretty much since I got here, it’s been…
work…
work…
work.
Rough life, eh?
(I did find time to scrawl the below post, however.)
I step onto the balcony — the “deck” — before dawn, a cup of coffee in my hand. It is not unusual to smell smoke on the air here, but the campfire-like whiff I first detected through the open living-room window seems closer, more urgent, than usual. Could a forest fire be raging its way [...]
1. The Cult of Customer Service
When I talk about “how nice the people here are,” what am I really saying?
How not nice the people are somewhere else, I suppose.
Maybe also how different people’s lives are somewhere else.
I notice how nice the people here are when I bring my broken cell phone in to the [...]