Taking a comeback seriously, but the absence lightly.

Everything is forgettable until it’s written down.

Unfortunately, I’m not going to Austin this March.

Ways of starting off two-thousand and eight.

Just an update, is all.

A special Thanksgiving message. Really.

Resolved: more personal appearances in my neighborhood next year.

Believe it or not, I left my briefcase at home and went to work.

The secret to getting all of this crap done.

Canine logic answers the question, “Can I eat it?”

Should one even bother to dress like a designer?

The dying art of my handwriting.

From Albuquerque to New York City in twenty-four hours.

A good movie that did really well, and a bad one, too.

What I’m doing with a five-day weekend.

What exactly does it take to get ahead in this profession?

If you live in New York City and work in media, another borough awaits.

A technique for remembering names.

The author as a typographic super-hero.

The text of the commencement address I delivered this weekend.

People I saw this weekend: Cheech Marin and my mom.

Habit-forming moviegoing, and recaps of “Grindhouse,” “Blades of Glory” and “Hot Fuzz.”

First day in a new New York Times building.

Productivity starts in childhood, apparently.

Updates to MisterPresident.org.

Catching up with a few things I should have written about earlier.

Ho-hum, another trip to Paris, France.

Thinking about September 11th half a decade later.

Look for me in a speaking engagement in Baltimore on 21 Sep.

Retail businesses get through heat waves differently from people.

What calling famous people can do for your career.

Looking for input for my talk at An Event Apart New York.

Lists of things that you may not have known about me.

What kind of dog needs his own Web site?

What I’m doing on my holiday between jobs, and can you help me find a good printer?

Thanks for everything everybody, and happy new year.

After four years, I’m leaving the company that I co-founded for a new opportunity.

Back from Viet Nam, jet lagged, but all squared away on Flickr.

Further adventures deeper into Viet Nam.

First impressions in Saigon again.

A quick housekeeping post before I head to Newark International Airport.

It would be nice to get away and learn something new.

I made an oath not to be a ridiculous dog owner, and then kind of broke it.

Off to Paris, France for a week.

A big article on my girlfriend’s small business.

New work for my old lady: an identity and Web site for Paragraph, LLC.

I got jury duty, and I kind of really want to serve.

It’s Take Your Dog to Work Day, so I did.

Being stuck on a train without Internet access is actually quite nice.

What it’s like to keep a kid busy.

For years, I’ve been nursing a daydream of an extended vacation spent learning to program.

The wonders of our criminal justice system.

Putting an end to a decade’s worth of video fun.

A miracle drug that beats back common colds has its own drawbacks.

Beef is great, except for how really, really bad it is.

After a decade, my old school catches up with me.

What says ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ better than a singing telegram delivered in a pink gorilla suit?

Time is a weird phenomenon when you’re holed up in a week-long series of business meetings.

If I let you know where I am, what’s that mean for this weblog?

Grumpy, dissatisfied and feeling lousy.

Looking back at an early, abortive attempt at keeping an online journal.

I gotta head to California today.

What I did with my tax return, when I finally got it.

Be not afraid of paperwork, for it is your future.

At the end of a long week, I did something really, really stupid.

Jet lag, post-vacation doldrums, and losing Superman.

No posts until I’ve seen how the Sicilians do it.

Sometimes you do design work that you otherwise never would have done, never ever.

I’m exhausted after what my girlfriend did this weekend.

On my out of the city and hopefully to stop thinking about this election for a bit.

The exception to New York’s rule for lackluster Vietnamese restaurants.

New threads for this weekend’s march on the RNC.

The magic — and magicians — of old New York.

Two minor flirtations with fame today, one for me and one for my four-legged companion.

What ails me: a little game where you chase a ball around in pajamas.

How’s it feel to be back?

A report from Massachusetts that has nothing to do with the Democratic convention.

Demonstrations of American might before simple entertainments.

I’ve been considering a television-like summer hiatus from blogging, what with all of the demands on my time that seem to have gotten more serious since the weather turned warm. My family was visiting from the West Coast last weekend,...

My day started very, very early this morning at the Fulton Fish Market.

Quick highlights from my first trip to Philadelphia.

I guess if I’m going to make a career change, the time is now.

Mister President’s first ever swim. Almost.

I found a little bit of old New York when I tried to get a typewriter repaired.

Sudden remembrances of high school in slumberland.

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What I picked up from the odd treasure trail from my home to my office.

“Shampoo” plus Scrabble equals New Year’s Eve.

Seven inches of snow and a foot of PowerBook.

One year after a trip to the Humane Society…

First work, then a wedding, and then the weekend was over.

Sympathy for residents of California.

Doggie double in the District of Columbia.

Health report from the weekend.

Mister President’s performance debut at today’s Great American Mutt Show.

What to do on a vacation away from the city.

First day in the new apartment.

Design as the spit and polish on a showroom car.

Things discussed at Behavior today.

The struggles of moving two blocks away.

Still in recovery.

Heat is hard on the unwell and the four-legged.

An old friend got nominated for an Emmy yesterday.

Report from my friends’ wedding.

Succumbing to Friendster foolishness.

Khoi kicks Coca-Cola.

What keeps me so busy?

Tips for losing a rental car key at the beach.

A quick assessment of Montréal.

On my way to Montréal, a few random items.

The eternal disappointment of the search for the perfect suit.

Two anecdotes from my daily walk to the office.

Things to do on vacation in a deserted beach town.

What better present for a girlfriend’s birthday than a customized baseball cap.

Drawing used to be what I did, all the time, but it no longer seems the case.

Mister President is back from the hospital.

Status report for Mister President.

The continuing medical misadventures of Mister President.

One day until taxes are due, and I am feeling the pain of being a partner in a limited liability corporation.

Digging through my old comic books, I came across an amazing postcard from 1979.

The perils of doggy daddyhood.

The current temperature in New York is 49º F, and I finally feel like myself again.

After slipping and twisting my ankle, this is how I spent the weekend.

How my dog and I spent the worst blizzard in seven years.

What I’m going to watch for the holidays.

More extracurricular goodies from Chris Fahey.

Getting a new dog turns your world upside down.

Yesterday, I took an excursion to Six Flags Great Adventure.

Getting back on my feet again.

Looking for someone to teach me Vietnamese.

Slow month for posts.

Personal mutterings.

Bridget Cross needs your help.

Blah, blah, blah.

The latest addition to my hardware family is an Epson Stylus C80.

Donation to NPR: done.

Thinking about getting a dog.

Cable modem goes out for an afternoon.

New year, new resolve to keep blogging.

Off to the Golden State.

Happy birthday to me and Behavior.

Feeling kinda blue.

Getting on with life after September 11.

Some thoughts after September 11.

Mesmerized by the news.

Getting around Manhattan, I mean really around Manhattan.

Using Groove to collaborate after losing my job.

Getting off my ass and doing some work on my own stuff.

The shelves in my apartment are complete.

Building a custom set of shelves in my apartment.

It’s so hard to maintain a blog, wah wah.

Some asshole lit a trash can in front of my building on fire.

The new light in my life.

Cable modem access comes to my apartment.

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All of this is why I haven’t been posting to my blog.

Things have been crazy, including a recent round of layoffs at my company.

The prestige level of an Internet job has declined.

I found myself in New York again last Friday.

Fooling around with a digital camera.

Everyone’s scared: Sapient just announced massive layoffs.

After all this moving around, it’s only fair to ask, “Am I running from something?”

I no longer have the luxury of staying basically oblivious to the state of our economy.

What brought me to Los Angeles.

Lots of driving to be done in Los Angeles, lots of it.

Getting the hell out of Singapore.

Update on whereabouts.

All about my trip to Viet Nam.

Heat and pollution lead to drastic hair cuts.

Quick recap: from Saigon to Singapore.

Gong Xi Fa Cai, 2001.

My visa to Viet Nam was approved.

Much later than expected, a sort of homecoming to Singapore.

Singapore has finally issued me a legitimate work visa.

I guess I’m not ecstatic about being back in Singapore.

Finally left New York, on my way to Singapore.

The very first post. About California or some shit.

On leaving New York: a tip on how to make life here more pleasant.

A good hair day is a good hair day.

Leaving New York (again!) and returning to Singapore.

Leaving New York a second time isn’t going to be much easier than leaving it the first time.

A tour of the swanky and absurd condominium I rented in Singapore.