It’s a tiny thing, but I use it about a million times a day. It’s the FireFox Search Bar — it’s my supplier for all that Googly goodness I need in a pretty much constant stream throughout my day. I’ll probably get some sort of repetitive stress injury from the specific action of hitting ctrl-k.
Things that never end are boring. It’s not that you have to know when, specifically, something will end, but knowing that it will or can at some point changes our engagement with whatever-it-is. I’ve always thought I wished my favorite books would never end, but that’s not actually true. The prospect of an ending catches
One of the things I love about language is how inexact it is. I went through a phase of bemoaning that very quality (“Life would be so much simpler if language were more more exact,” or even “Life would be so much simpler if all the rest of you people would use language more precisely”).
So, I did a semi-impulsive thing: I registered a domain name and set up some server space. Now, when I say “I” I actually mean the amazing people at LIShost. I haven’t actually lifted a finger yet because I’m a little intimidated by the whole thing. (By the way, Blake has already blown me away