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Now We Are 30

Thirty thousand feet up, I am sitting in the corner. Sandra Bullock’s “The Proposal” is playing soundlessly on nine-inch screens throughout the cabin. I am seated next to an older European woman who keeps using her tray-table as a pillow and a nondescript man. The seatbelt sign is on. A poor simulacrum of dinner is sitting in my stomach despite my watch saying it’s barely 4PM. In five hours, I will stumble in to my hotel room for a few hours of sleep before jet lag snaps me awake and I get ready for the week ahead.

This is not how I had intended to spend my thirtieth birthday.

WWDC 2010 was announced to be the week of my birthday for the second time in my life, and as is tradition, I am heading to San Francisco to attend. The trip that encompassed my 25th was unforgettable, if for no other reason than the keynote where Apple dropped the Intel bomb. This is my fifth trip to WWDC, my seventh trip to San Francisco, my eighth time to California. It is both a blessing and a curse, a week full of seeing distant friends while simultaneously running myself into the ground. I am already looking forward to next weekend.

Last night, my mother decided to scan the first photo ever taken of me, being held by my father and screaming shortly after my birth. This morning, I asked Katie to take a new portrait of me. (I tend to reuse the same picture of myself everywhere online for years at a time, and the old one was getting long in the tooth.)

So this is what thirty years looks like:

To all my friends, know that you are all always in my heart even if circumstance keeps us apart. I could not imagine for a greater group of friends. I love you all.

To my family, who have always supported me unconditionally, know that I could have never become who I am without you. I love you all.

To my wife, who has stuck with me through every twist and turn I’ve thrown at her, know that you are my everything. I can’t wait to be home with you, and I’m already counting down the hours. I love you.

Feed Me

My family, my colleagues, and my friends are all saying the same thing: Dan, you idiot, you aren’t posting to your blog enough. Sure, I can see how if you’re reading just this one page, you’re not seeing much happen on a daily basis. But this is hardly the only place I am “posting to”, if you want to call it that. I, like so many of my peers, sign up for nearly every new fangled website that comes along. Some fall by the wayside, but the ones that stick get constant attention. Here’s a list of where I am, effective now.

What is a man? A miserable pile of web services. But enough talk – have at you.

Vimeo

I recently acquired a Flip Ultra video camera, and rather than deal with the brilliant human condition known as “YouTube commenters”, I’d rather post my random shit to Vimeo. Not a ton there right now, but as time goes by, more should appear. You can find my account at www.vimeo.com/remy

Yelp

Buzz Anderson, god love him, told me that the time to join Yelp was two years ago. I never mind being late to the party. So for business reviews of all sorts and sizes, you’ll find me over here.

Tumblr

There are two types of blog posts I specialize in: the needlessly long, and the short/stupid. I had intended for the short/stupid to end up on my Vox account, but something about the service didn’t stick. But Tumblr has what I crave – whether that be electrolytes or simple quick blogging. You can find my tumble-blog at t.vjarmy.com.

Kongregate

I do enjoy a good bit of social gaming from time to time, and Kongregate seems like a pretty good way to do it. Add me as a friend and enjoy all sorts of crazy gaming experiences.

The Others

Are you checking my photos regularly? Reading my bookmarks? Following my Twittering? Coordinating travel with me? Going to all tomorrow’s parties? Getting my checkins?

Following me is a full time job, I suppose.