Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder

09 Jan 2006, 6:48 a.m.

From Goodbye Conversations

Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2006 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.

"No, no, you're thinking he's dead, but he's Canadian."

"My great-grandmother was Irish." "Oh, really?" "No, O'Reilly."

"That mouse isn't fooled by that mousetrap." "Yeah, to him it's the equivalent of a Nigerian 419 scam." "Hello! I have a large piece of fruitcake that I wish to distribute!"

The weekend was relatively crazy. I think I saw four high school friends, a cousin, a neighbor, a Russia-trip friend, two Salon-related friends, three comedy-related friends, and four unrelated geeky friends. I'm sure I am miscounting. All these people came to my house, almost all of them after all the chairs were gone. They all gladdened and heartened me by visiting, but the logistics and the emotion of it all, oh boy.

Last night, Angel toasted to Leonard and me, for luck in New York "even though they won't need it." John toasted Fog Creek "for its impeccable hiring decisions." And I toasted Leonard, for being the best friend, boyfriend, mover, and logistician I could ever hope to know, and United Airlines, for channel 8 where you can listen to the cockpit-control tower chatter.