Scribblings From the Past
Some of my various writings...
(Blurbs still under construction...)
My First Week at
I only stayed there a little over four months. But I learned much
about how not to run a startup...
(I've moved this to the top, as it is an oft-requested piece from friends)
The College Years
My father died on February 5th, 1990. I withdrew from the university
for the rest of that school year, to deal with the loss of one of my
heroes, and to help the rest of the family rebuild our lives.
Here is the memorial
I wrote for a (Princeton) Class of '46 memorial book (for all those of
their class who died that year). I do not currently have the actual
obituary I wrote for the papers online, yet.
However, I am proud to say that papers such as The New York Times,
Newsday, The Washington Post, and several other prominent
papers, chose to not only print his obituary, but to dedicate as much as
a half a page to him, some even with a picture.
Clearly, I was not the only one who missed him.
In May, 2000, my close friend, Wendy, also lost her father. It started
me thinking, and I wrote a
on life and death after spending a couple of hours comforting her over
Random Sampling of Writings By Other Authors
Random as in "what I have run across whilst traveling the web and
internet" (And yes, there is a difference betwixt the two.)
To Build a Fire
I grew up with my father reading me tons of stories by authors such
as Jack London (The Seawolf, White Fang). I still hold
those stories dear to my heart.
Another story I fondly remember him reading to me was O'Henry's
The Gift of the Magi.
And a fun little macabre poem he used to love to tell is Robert Service's
The Ballad of Sam McGee.
I know most people can't get past the initial reaction of ignoring
songs sung by frog puppets, but it is really a quite beautiful and
meaningful song. As are most of the brilliant ideas and stories from
Jim Henson. His death was a truly tragic loss.
One Moment In Time
One of my favorite songs by a band some friends of mine put together
back in college. I followed their performances in New York and New
Jersey for a while, until I moved to the West Coast. They, sadly, seem
to have lost the magic as they grew too involved in the "making a
success of it" part of things.