Cough cough, sputter sputter

I went to sleep very early last night, and yet awoke still feeling exhausted and still too sick for work. I think, with another good ten hours sleep, I should be back to work tomorrow…which is good, because I’m now all out of sick days. I have some vacation days, saved up for the end of the year, but I’d rather hold on to those if I can. I’d also rather not be sick.

I was a little disappointed to miss this final event at the Center for Fiction, but I’m not sniffly and watery-eyed much today, so I’m going to take that as a good sign that I’m on the mend.

Wednesday various

  • Mike Daisey remembers Steve Jobs:

    Mr. Jobs’s magic has its costs. We can admire the design perfection and business acumen while acknowledging the truth: with Apple’s immense resources at his command he could have revolutionized the industry to make devices more humanely and more openly, and chose not to. If we view him unsparingly, without nostalgia, we would see a great man whose genius in design, showmanship and stewardship of the tech world will not be seen again in our lifetime. We would also see a man who in the end failed to “think different,” in the deepest way, about the human needs of both his users and his workers.

  • Actress sues IMDb for revealing that she’s totally old and gross. It’s an interesting case, although I don’t think IMDB has a responsibility to lie in order to combat Hollywood’s unfortunate age- and sexism.
  • Mysterious paper sculptures [via]
  • I’m sure by now you’ve heard this, but it’s still pretty remarkable: Online Gamers Make Discovery in HIV Battle
  • And finally, learning the wrong lesson from 127 Hours.