Amy Mulldoon: Yesterday I burned things
”I have a plan,” I say. It is a lie. ”I’m going to buy a mini van, and grow a big fat ass, and make silk flower arrangements. I’m going to redo the house in American Country crap. Maybe geese, or something. Yes. Or cows. I won’t swear anymore. I’ll come to see you in New York, and say, Kate, take me to see Cats. Or Annie. Yes. I’ll be the envy of all the neighborhood moms. I’ll wear glasses. I’ll learn to golf. The other moms will love me. I’ll say, okeydokey.”
Michael Barrish: Salutation
George Clooney wrote to me recently to ask who he should fall in love with. I don’t know why so many famous people write to me all the time to ask who they should fall in love with. It’s not like I know any better than anyone else. I can’t remember who I suggested this time to George Clooney. No, wait, I do remember. It was Jessica Lange.
Paul Ford: The Banality of Google
I’ve noted that many people are worried that Google will ”sell out,” now that the firm has gone public. It’s a legitimate concern, I’m sure, but part of me wants to say ”hey, there, worrywart, stop your GoogleBombing GoogleFrenzy, enough GoogleWhacking all over your GoogleBlog, IT’S TIME TO GET ON THE CLUETRAIN!” Because Google can be trusted. Google’s unofficial slogan is ”don’t be evil,” and you can totally trust that.