Here’s what I listen to on Friday mornings at 4:30am when attacking my To do list.

Enjoy

I’m aware of at least 2 bugs that have recently appeared on the website… (Or I just became recently aware of them). One is related to the comment system: apparently it’s declining some of your comments due to e-mail address issues. Thanks to Seb for letting me know about this.

The other one is related to how the site looks under the latest version of IE 8 and more specifically  how the font styling looks… If you haven’t… [Read more.]

Unfortunately, it looks like my uploads will take much longer than anticipated, and there are still too many pictures waiting to be on the server. I’ll therefore have to wait for tomorrow to publish my last post in the series “Trip to Europe”. But no worries — you’ll have it soon

A short hike on a sunny, but not too hot day.
An amazingly tasty brunch accompanied by a lively conversation. (Highly recommended: the Tuscany savory crepe at Crepevine in Palo Alto.)
And to top off the cake with a bright cherry: an indulging cappuccino.

Picture taken with Blackberry

All of the above, of course, with great friends. Those are… [Read more.]

And not just because it’s chilly in San Fran today

There are days with a rough start and an even rougher end. Sometimes, those days can be tied together, one after another, in the very beginning of your week, even after an amazing weekend of celebration. But like any other bad experience, those days vanish at some point, only to be replaced by renewed balance and tranquility, as well as greater mental strength.

Yogurt is sexy.

Especially when served in a “Museum of Sex NYC” cup: the contrast between the pure, white yogurt and the profoundly black ceramic can only increase your hunger.

So sexy in fact, I was in too much of a hurry to eat my yogurt this morning to take decent pictures.

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Working on a design, I’m listening to my “Era” station — the one I listen to whenever I need to focus, and I just came across a song which went straight to my heart. Simply amazing, A Fueoco by Ludovico Einaudi:

Holding loosely the straw at its very top, her fingers as a juncture between it and her lips – just like a smoker on his last cigarette would, to prolong the satisfaction of his addiction as much as possible – she sucked slowly some of the iced tea. Her head tilted sideways, she looked out.

Every day, she sat at the same place, looked out in the same direction, and saw a different building.

The truth is, the building was… [Read more.]