we've got a crush on you.

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our old flames

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some sort of webgod.
if you haven't heard of jason kottke, you haven't surfed the web, enough. he's one of those brilliant designers* whom everyone seems to know and adore. cutting edge. revolutionary. sharp. i go to his weblog every single (week)day and pretty much take what he says as gospel.

i suppose what i like most about him is, although he's obviously highly intelligent and talented, he's not by any means elitist or condecending. he is, as far as i can tell (as far as one can tell through text and images, of course) quite down-to-earth. and, of course, it helps that he is incredibly cute and appears to loves trainspotting as much as i.

you can even leave a voicemail message for him, but i don't think i ever will, because i'm bound to sound like a blubbering idiot. and, besides, it's much easier this way: me, admiring him from afar. and him, having absolutely no idea.

that is, until he checks his referrer logs and finds this crush confession. and even then, i'd be okay with it. someone that cool deserves some shameless praise.


*my love for boys who do design stems from my admiration for my two big brothers who both are successful graphic designers.

Friday, January 14, 2000 my cute co-worker
is so damn cute. sometimes he comes over to my cube and taps the glass and leans over it to talk to me so his arms are dangling over the top. we went out for drinks and he smoked and leaned back in his chair, slouching, looking out at me. he cracked jokes and talked about books. he smiled with his head cocked to one side. i like a cute, smart boy with confidence.

we take the same subway line to work each day. he takes it downtown, i take it uptown. in the morning i catch him crossing at the corner, wrapped in a scarf and hat, peeking out at me, giving me a little wave.

the words "can you come by my office for a minute?" are music to my ears.

the e-mail messages that say "great article!" are food for my ego.

he stops me at the coffee machine and talks about his family. he's been all over the world. i think i could listen to him tell stories for hours, and i would never feel that familiar wrench of disappointment, of anger, that this person is not like me after all.

i suppose anything that brightens up my otherwise dreary work days is a good thing. and you better believe that i am gung-ho about that company trip for a chance to sit outside at night, and perhaps a chance to tell him some stories of my own.


Tuesday, January 4, 2000

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