remember when i joked that i wanted to be a journalism futurist? well, looks like the new york times is hiring...a futurist. i didn't think positions with ridiculous names like that actually existed, but there you go!

if you click through to when i wrote about the futurist thing, you can also get an account of my first weekend ever in chicago, with susan, which was about one year ago when we were checking out grad schools, and includes references to the now-infamous tequila bender from hell. tommy and (crossing fingers!) kriston might be coming out here soon, so i'll have to make sure to take them to that bar. and try not to puke in a cab in the process. that's right, i set high standards for myself.