Speaking of flickr, yeah yeah yeah, I know, I ranted and complained about it and now I crawled back into its lap like a beaten dog to its owner. You know the reason? There is just much more interaction going on on flickr than on SmugMug. SmugMug gives you stats, but you have no idea who looked at your photos and it is really difficult (or unintuitive) to discover other people. Don’t get me wrong, SmugMug is great, it just feels like an isolated island while flickr feels like sitting on a stone in a really fast river and things are flashing by left and right and you can barely keep up with it. Hm, that’s a weird image, but aptly describes how I feel about the two services.
On the front known as ‘life’ I had a guy sieg-heiling me in the subway for no known reason. Then he tried to hit on a chick. As you can imagine, that didn’t work out so well. With the blossoming of weeds and leaves and flowers my allergies also blossomed. They are so bad that I have to take pills to keep me from scraping my eyeballs out, something I didn’t have to in the last few years.