And that’s what we should remember him for. — Matthew Perry died on Saturday. And when I found out late Saturday, I started to cry. There are a few reasons why I particularly liked this man I’d never met. One, Friends was on TV during my formative childhood though young adult years (1994–2004) and Chandler Bing’s humor, timing, mannerisms…

My darlings, it’s Tuesday, we’re finally enjoying a crisp fall air here in San Francisco, and a metric heck ton of stuff went down in AI land (NYT) over the weekend. So if you see a technology journalist wandering about the Bay Area, cursing the fact that the typically-slow week…

Poppets! It’s been a bit since we last chatted and I shared my thoughts about Matthew Perry’s passing. Thank you to everyone who sent me a note or left a comment, your kind words mean a lot. Now, I know that there are quite a few of you who’ve started…

Sweethearts, using this newsletter as a crowdsourcing tool since Google results aren’t great right now. I need suggestions: after decades of relying on coffee to wake my butt up in the morning, I’ve started drinking matcha. Since I’m rather new to this, would love to hear your suggestions for blends…

Poppets! As we near the end of October, and I realize I still haven’t purchased a costume for my dog despite upcoming social events that request the honor of her spookiness, I’m grateful for crisp fall air, comfy sweaters, pumpkin spice anything (COME AT ME, HATERS), binge listening to the…

Every time I’ve opened up my laptop and fired up the ol’ word processing software over the last week, all that comes to my mind is “you don’t have to say anything.” Every time a bell rings, the internet gets a take. We’re surrounded by takes, deluged by takes, drowning…

I lined up Wednesday under a beautiful blue sky to pay my respects to Senator Dianne Feinstein as she lay in state at San Francisco City Hall. I didn’t know her, I had no personal connection to her or her family. It seemed indulgent and a bit self-centered to participate…

It’s that tiiiiiiimmmmeeeee! But don’t let my pathological ability to devour horror books fool you — I am very easily scared and have lately gasped out loud at some of the Halloween decorations around San Francisco, OK? And my fancy mixed breed dog doesn’t even notice them, so so much…

Darlings! It’s Friday, it’s the end of September, and spooky season is waiting at the door like those ultra-earnest dog poems that make me sob every time I see them above a doily and some shell soaps in a bathroom. And just as I sit down to write this, Friend…