Angéle is French. She was transferred to our Seattle office for twelve weeks as a liaison between our teams. We are shivering on a bench in a gazebo. It is forty degrees and raining. White paint peels off the grey wood of the bannister. Figures on the path form as they approach, then are lost … Continue reading Angéle is French
A burnt-out programmer goes all Dale Carnegie on an architect’s ass.
Some people thrive in the solitude of deep space, while others flay themselves and wrote poetry with their blood and feces on the walls. It can be difficult to anticipate which way an engineer will go.
In a world of thieves the only final sin is stupidity.
Sometimes all you need is a good sofa.