It’s not my finest work, I think, but at a friend’s behest I wrote a technology column for a new Toronto area webzine thing, the first of what is presumed to be a monthly occurrence. It’s about technology and not blowing people up. I thought I’d tell you about it, since I’m nothing if not a pimp when it comes to my own work. “Self”, I think to myself, “Get out there and make me some money.” This didn’t actually pay, sadly, so I’m going to have to beat myself up or something. It’s not easy, you understand, but it is necessary.
I didn’t know they’d go all flash-happy, for which I express vague regret while carefully sidestepping any implication of culpability, which kind of looks like an apology if you hold it at arms length and cross your eyes a little.