I’m excited that there is a new Target in Uptown, but I guess I’m boycotting it or something until they stop acting like jerkfaces or something. Until then, I’m going to weave my own toilet paper and brew my own cleaning supplies.
Wednesday, July 28
A former co-worker and all-around great geek guy died. He’d been diagnosed with cancer years ago, and had been in and out of treatment since then. I spent most of Wednesday morning commiserating with Cynthia and Jacalyn over e-mail, cursing myself because I didn’t have but two pictures of him. A family member of his created a nice memorial group on Facebook, and I wished I had more pics of our time as colleagues to share.
I thought about posting a group shot from a business trip to Fort Lauderdale to the Facebook group page. The picture shows a bunch of us standing on the beach at dusk, grinning after spending a Friday afternoon drinking out of to-go cups and playing in a surf made stronger by an impending tropical storm. I decided to leave it off because, while the picture is of happy people during a happy time, those styrofoam cups make it just a little tacky. I do like to think, though, that he would have thought it was funny.
But I like this picture of Mark — his name was Mark — talking with Jacalyn at her wedding reception.
Aside: Jacalyn e-mailed me this morning to tell me she went to the small memorial at Mark’s house over the weekend. She wrote “It was a beautiful memorial and I cried a lot.”
Cynthia and I went to Au Bon Pain for lunch. It was a quiet lunch. I came back to my desk to look up my old blog post about that Fort Lauderdale trip. I liked that I wrote this about Mark then:
I have to say that Mark, one of the developers at work, seemed to be having a great time. It’s not often that our developers meet real customers but he seemed to be learning a lot about how our product is used, and ways it can be improved. Also, he’s just a really fun guy so we all had a blast just hanging out after the show was over in the evenings.
I went to a party after work, an anniversary party for Foiled Cupcakes at The Phoenix Lounge. It was really crowded, but the cupcakes were delicious. Everybody wrote their Twitter handles on their name tags, so I did, too. I didn’t feel like doing much more than eating my cupcake, wearing the tiara I got for registering for the party early, and talking to a nice lady named Kim who wore her hair in long dreads that reached her ankles. Everybody had their networking tiaras on but me. I cut out early, managing to introduce myself to Foiled Cupcakes founder Mari on the way out. I hope I didn’t have crumbs on my face when I did.