kthread:

So Nicole He threw a picnic for the Internet yesterday in Prospect Park, as her contribution to The Listserve project. (Photo is hers.)
I wore my big pink hat and brought my peach pie with a vodka crust, feeding friends and The Listserve founders (who, it turns out, I met months ago, doing an ITP class critique for Clay).
Next to me is my best friend: my sister Kat, who lives in Portland. Continues to astound me how similar and dissimilar we are. There was a lot of love at the picnic, especially from the guitarist behind us for Disney princess songs.
Kat looked at me from under her trucker hat, mouthing, “The Little Mermaid?”
“Welcome to the Internet,” I whispered back, joining the chorus of “Kiss the Girl.”

Because I’m pedantic, it bothers me that they’ve called it The Listserve. Listserv is the name of exactly one proprietary email discussion list management application.
Also, how does one make vodka pie crust?

kthread:

So Nicole He threw a picnic for the Internet yesterday in Prospect Park, as her contribution to The Listserve project. (Photo is hers.)

I wore my big pink hat and brought my peach pie with a vodka crust, feeding friends and The Listserve founders (who, it turns out, I met months ago, doing an ITP class critique for Clay).

Next to me is my best friend: my sister Kat, who lives in Portland. Continues to astound me how similar and dissimilar we are. There was a lot of love at the picnic, especially from the guitarist behind us for Disney princess songs.

Kat looked at me from under her trucker hat, mouthing, “The Little Mermaid?”

“Welcome to the Internet,” I whispered back, joining the chorus of “Kiss the Girl.”

Because I’m pedantic, it bothers me that they’ve called it The Listserve. Listserv is the name of exactly one proprietary email discussion list management application.

Also, how does one make vodka pie crust?