Yes it is the Shinteki Decathlon II report, in which team Underlying Metaphors ("We will not be understood until it is TOO LATE") sweats a lot. Fair warning: there's not much in there about puzzles. There is a lot of kvetching about the heat.
I took a stroll on my way home tonight, walking through Noe Valley. And who did I run into but Fred Crimi, who worked at the same place that I did, uhm, many jobs ago. Ah, Geoworks. The kind of place where you can work and years later when someone posts to a mailing list sarcastically suggesting writing a web browser in assembly language, you say "that's not funny!" Anyhow, Fred and I hadn't seen each other for years, and we were comparing the names of people we both knew. For each of these people, if one of us had seen that person in the previous 12 months, the other had not. With one exception: Andrew Chaikin. Apparently, the world revolves around Andrew Chaikin. Fred sees him around at musician parties. They're both musicians. I see him around at puzzle-gamy things. We're both puzzle-gamists. I don't really know Andrew. From the way Fred talked, I guess that Fred doesn't either. But there's the connection, Andrew Chaikin, lynchpin.
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