Stuff reminds me of other stuff

[susandennis]

kosseferal has a wonderful entry today about hurt heart. It reminded me of when I was very little and my sister (18 months younger) was crying and crying and crying and it didn't look to me like anything was hurt. I asked my mother why she was crying and she said "she got her feelings hurt". I spent days looking for my feelings to see if they were ok.

My friends Kieran and Alan are back from Paris. They have promised me all of the details soon but this morning Kieran's brother - who is also my boss - waltzes in with a beautiful new sweater. It's really lovely and Stephen who is wonderful but tight as a tick and would never actually buy such an item, is proud as a peacock.

Here are some interesting things about Google - from a talk given by a project manager. They are on the human factors end of Googling.

And this reminds me of the time I worked for IBM in Charlotte where we made automated teller machines. The engineers were working on one that dispensed coins. They needed people to test the coin release cup. They recruited me because I had the longest fingernails. At the time I was proud. Thinking back on it now kind of reminds me of trailer trash.

Enough of this, my publish operation is getting to the end and I need to get back to it.