A while back I gave a presentation at MIT called Three Epiphanies and an Existential Crisis. It was basically me walking through my career in [annotation note="social media, email, website content, etc
Make a 100 layer crepe cake
Buy some semi-temporary tattoo ink and make some bad decisions
Bike down the steepest hill in your town without dying
Peel a strawberry
Bake a grape
Surgery on a grape
Cleanse your email
Today, I emailed the remaining candidates who have been waiting patiently since Pi Day to tell them that, unfortunately, we will not be able to admit any students from our wait list this year. I am writing this
In the past few months, communication with each other has been sparse and limited to being mostly textual: an email to an advisor, letting them know how we’re doing now that the semester is over, a text message
popping off on email chains, an ironclad rule to filter out spam was instituted: the comm.prod. Emails were a big part of floor culture, but to ensure that each email sent to the floor was meaningful, each sender had to