Archive for November, 2010

Facebook Email privacy and Auto-Labeling

Monday, November 29th, 2010


I’ve concocted a simple way to keep my gmail cleaner, more private, and track people who contact me through facebook. So… if you own a domain name with email accounts and you use gmail, check this out.

1. Make an email address (mine happens to be facebook [at]

2. Set this email address as your Facebook login. Delete all your other ones (if you want to, of course)

3. Create a filter in Gmail that auto labels all mail from that exact address.

Now you can catch all your Facebook notifications easily and also list your email as a non-primary. That way if things ever get hairy or spammy on facebook, you could always change the email address or remove it completely and not expose your actual Gmail address to spammers.

Happy Thanksgiving

Thursday, November 25th, 2010

Turkey cookies from Quack's Bakery

This year I have boat loads to be thankful for. A lovely girlfriend, upcoming improv projects, a new troupe in the works, plethora of photography gigs forthcoming, a career change, secure financial situation, (mostly) good health, tons of great friends, a supportive family, opportunities to live in other parts of the city. Every year just gets better. It’s easy to forget that in the moment, sometimes.


Tuesday, November 16th, 2010


One would think that being a sensitive person such as myself, I would put a lot of thought and care into how I phrased responses or reacted to others. That makes sense, right? If you are sensitive, then you would be sensitive to others. Lately I have been remiss to consider others.

I must be more aware of what I say and how it could affect others without sacrificing honesty and boldness. I must not let it stress me out or anything like that, but rather strive to better myself.

On Regrets…

Thursday, November 11th, 2010

A Brussely Dusk #2

I have very few regrets in life. I’m pretty proud of that. Sometimes I remember things I’ve said or the way I’ve treated people in the past and I shudder or cringe in shame. But I still do not regret those moments. Not because I necessary “learned” from them, but because I’m flawed like everyone else and perhaps there was no avoiding it. I try to express to those that I’ve done this to “sorry” profusely. Sometimes I wonder if they ever fully forgive me or believe me. Sometimes I think there’s no going back once damage has been done.

The only thing you can do is love more and be happy regardless.

Sometimes I think the happiest people are the ones most talented at forgetting or simply not caring without harming anyone else.