One of my friends was lamenting that he can’t do one pull-up. Another friend playfully retorted: But I bet if you reeeeeeally wanted to you would. 🙂 She’s right… sort of. But she didn’t say how. Back in the day, though, my dad knew how. In the 7th grade — when I was humiliated that… Continue reading I couldn’t do one pull-up. My dad’s hack fixed that brilliantly.
Category: personal
Adam’s septoplasty / turbinate reduction surgery diary. Infotainment the doctor ordered!
Three out of four leading doctors told me that I have a really messed up nose (my septum is shaped like a hockey stick rather than the more conveniently functional lower case ‘l’ style)… and if I ever want to breathe decently, I simply must get a septoplasty + turbinate reduction surgery. The fourth (admittedly imaginary)… Continue reading Adam’s septoplasty / turbinate reduction surgery diary. Infotainment the doctor ordered!
How employment at prominent tech firms stymies open communication
Let me first get the disclaimers out of the way: I have worked at Google since March, 2006. I do not speak on behalf of Google in this blog, nor do my views necessarily dovetail with those of other Googlers; I’ve historically held more of a public-facing role than most Googlers, so I have heightened… Continue reading How employment at prominent tech firms stymies open communication
Some new AdamMusic (and some highlights from music past)
I’ve been quite-rightly bugged by some of my friends to play more piano. So yesterday, I stayed at work late (actually ’til nearly 2am!) and banged out some stuff on the now slightly-out-of-tune-but-still-serviceable grand piano in one of the lobbies, filmed with my slightly-old-and-suboptimal-video-recording camera, and documented in this run-on-but-still-comprehensible sentence. The first bit is… Continue reading Some new AdamMusic (and some highlights from music past)
Photos and the physical, nostalgia, and the why
I’m getting ready to move. Hmm, that sounded more philosophical / metaphysical than I may have intended. I’m getting ready to move bodies to a new apartment. Not exactly sure when or where, but already I’m inventory’ing my things, realizing just how little I own (no furniture aside from a bed, dresser, desk, and some… Continue reading Photos and the physical, nostalgia, and the why
If you’re going to contact me…
I love you (you, you, NOT you!), but I don’t always love how you try to contact me. I have a few respectful requests: Use my contact page, please. It’s super-easy to find (top page in Google for “Contact Adam Lasnik”), and I even list my e-mail address on there. Every time you instead try… Continue reading If you’re going to contact me…
A heartwarming story about bridging the culture gap
A gaggle of giggling young teens — pre-Facebook — pesters this cranky, lonely guy, and asks him… everything. Luxembourg, 1998. On a whim and with zero preparation, I’d decided to spend a weekend there, only to face crappy weather and a lack of available nearby hostels. After much schlepping, I wearily ended up in Echternacht at a… Continue reading A heartwarming story about bridging the culture gap
25 Things About Me
[ I resisted for a while, but after spending more than an hour reading friends’ “25 things” on Facebook, I’m sold, and feel obligated to contribute to the meme 🙂 – Adam ] I had never seen snow coming from the sky ‘til college (grew up in S. California, went to school in the midwest).… Continue reading 25 Things About Me
A cappella birthday silliness — much of it composed by me
Back in high school, I was not only a band geek, but a choir geek as well! But I did far more than just sing your standard choral music :-D. I loved composing, arranging and teaching, and often performing short songs in vocal quartets, and I founded my very own singing telegram business (“The Birthday… Continue reading A cappella birthday silliness — much of it composed by me
I, Robot
Hello. Good day. A little quiet?I’m feeling a little blue myself.You know, A little anxious for no particular reasonA little sad that I should feel anxious at this age.You know, a little self-conscious anxiety resulting in non-specific sadness.The state that I call blue. – spoken by the narrator (“Man In Chair”) in the awesome musical… Continue reading I, Robot