One Saturday evening in August, my phone rang.
- “Hey, where are you?”
- “Um, chilling at home…”
- “You’re not coming to the loft party???”
- “Er, yeah, was supposed to go but I’m soooo tired…”
- “Man, we hardly see you anymore! Did I say something to piss you off?”
- “No no no no, not at all! I just haven’t had much time or energy to spare lately.”
The past few weeks have been a blur. I’ve been living in startupland, that exciting mythic country that is the workplace equivalent to partying in NYC: it’s a 24/7 adventure that is super-energizing and super-demanding all at the same time.
You see, I have become the voice of The Code Kitchen. Which means, among other things, that I have been dedicating more time lately to The Code Kitchen’s blog than my musings here…
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