It’s interesting how self-context can change a city.
Last time I visited Amsterdam, I was in a terrible relationship, living in South Bay and I got robbed leaving Schiphol. Three years later, I’m single living in San Francisco and am a tiny bit wiser.
Because I work in social networking, people often ask me about advertising in social networks. For some reason, they don’t buy the obvious excuse that I’m an engineer, not a business person or entrepreneur. What do I know?
Every so often since that party, she’ll say something just to get a rise out of me followed by a disarming smile or a laugh. Luckily I can’t hear it over the party noise, so my reaction makes me seem all cool and “mysterious” when really my hearing is just going.
A lot of people seem to think the stuff I write is fiction—that this is some made up character or persona I craft for myself. Or I’m just a very talented liar with a good memory. But no, this stuff really happens. I don’t have that good of an imagination.
Luckily, my friends do. I count Bernie as one of them.
I just get back from Amsterdam and two of our engineers are leaving Tagged and we have a lot of job openings.
One of the departing wrote an interesting e-mail on leaving which I’ll quote below and maybe it’ll give you an idea what it’s like working here. But first, some open job reqs…
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Last night I met Dom of iPhoneDevCamp. He mentioned that a lot of people are registering for iPhoneDevCamp 2 (August 1-3 in San Francisco) and will likely be filled up before the event. So register now.
I remembered that I spent most of my time in college, between problem sets, in a dynamic equilibrium consisting of an elevated state of inebriation and wishing I was dead.
…or maybe theoreticians like you should stay out of the lab.
Like one time, we decided to carol all of Caltech with the main verse of “Terriers are My Favorite Animal.”
This is why you cultivate an abusively low tolerance for alcohol, Terry
After about two dorms it became, “Terry is my favorite animal. Terry weighs about 20lbs…”
Just make it end.
And by the time we finished at Ruddock House, it had pretty much become a solo: “I weigh about 20lbs. I help the aged…”
Please, please, I promise I won’t do this again.
That’s when J— got the idea that we had to protect all the eggs in the house.