Author: Michael Harrison

Five nights in a different time zone presents an interesting dilemma, especially when you have to wake up on the sixth day for a flight that departs at 6:25. Do you hang out ’til midnight, wake up at 8, and then pay for it in coach (where you cannot sleep, because you are Michael Harrison,…

Best Tons of free Naked Juice whilst waiting in the lobbies at Google The climate Free wireless everywhere you go The toilets at Google. Seat warmers, bidet, and, yes, even ass-dryers Double-doubles at In-N-Out Burger Worst Drinking too much Blue Machine and getting stomach cramps Uncomfortable plastic red, blue, green, and yellow chairs Being with…

It took the midwife a few minutes to find it. She put the goo on the tip of the Doppler and pushed it against Natania’s stomach. At first, we could hear my wife’s heart. It sped up as time passed. So did mine. At one point, I realized I was actually holding my breath. At…

I took my final final last night. Chemistry, and much easier than I expected, which was a blessing considering the amount of time I spent studying for it. I spent an hour driving to school, an hour taking the exam, and an hour driving home. There was little fanfare regarding my return to the working…

I’m in Las Vegas for Webmaster World Pub Con X, which has been rather interesting. To say the least. With a huge week in Google News (Google Base, free Urchin in the form of Google Analytics, and new additions to Site Maps), we’ve had quite the abundance of topics to discuss. Googler and ex-Tar Heel…

Yay! This is awesome. I know what I’m doing this afternoon!

In the mornings, after Calliope has eaten, we go around to the back yard. I suppose that, by definition, it can be called a yard. It’s a area of land “next to, surrounding, or surrounded by a building or buildings,” which “building(s)” could, I suppose, mean my house. It could also be defined as a…

If you’re really working, trying, doing your best to spend about an hour every day, after work or school or whatever, to write… and you hold aspirations to be a “writer,” to maybe support yourself one day by your craft alone, does that make writing a hobby? Or is it something more? A passion? What…

Getting out of bed at 7:15 is horrible, for the most part. The sun has a bleary and squashed look about it. Outside, there’s a fug to the neighborhood that doesn’t seem to go away until nine o’clock or so. In North Carolina, even morning in September (which is still considered summer by my standards……