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
to, is where people will email out to when they have an event, and ... email at 2:34pm that was sent at 2:31pm that says there are two free boxes ... other people within the Infinite who have just received the same email, 3
email from the president, three days ago:
i decided to go. i picked up a brown paper bag with a grilled chicken sandwich, and sat down at my randomly-assigned table with -- who? faculty from various