Don't call it a comeback
Anytime I don't write anything here for awhile, I start to feel like the significance of the "first post back" is that much greater than my typically irreverent writing. That then gets in my head and I start to overthink what I might write, thereby destroying the ability to ramble along as stream-of-consciously as I would like. So I'm going to try to just jump back into things. Forgive me if I'm rusty.
We'll start with news of the day, three items for the third day of the week:
1. There was a fire last night on 17th Street. Steph smelled smoke at about 11:30. I, of course, smelled nothing because as you all know, smell is the worst of my five senses since I produce more snot than most third world countries. There were firetrucks and lots of noise until a little past midnight. When I left the apartment this morning, I could still smell the smoke. Here's the Post's story on it.
2. NY Mag's cover story this week on Steve Jobs is one of the best I've read on him (and on Apple) in quite awhile. Be warned that it's long (it's a 7 page spread in the magazine itself) but it's really terrific. Considering how much time we all spend obsessing over Apple, and obsessing about our obsessing over Apple, this piece seems to nail the equal parts narcissist and genius that make up Jobs. I suggest you all print a copy and read it on the can.
3. If my email were TV Guide, this would be a rerun. For some reason I think Will will really enjoy this.
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