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Change Three: Get Back to Interviewing the Blogroll

I had a lot of fun interviewing Beth a while back, and I really like this idea. Don’t get me wrong: I don’t flatter myself, thinking I have crazy good interview skills. There's a reason I did the first exchange over e-mail—so I could take time to think of the next question, rearrange the content, and generally edit the bejezus out of whatever I said. I thought the result was great. Jorge volunteered to be my next subject, and because he had plans to visit, I decided to kick it up a notch. We did an audio interview. Just before midnight last Friday, we sat down with a few beers, a bottle of Sour Puss (don’t ask), and an amazingly simple-to-use bit of software called Audacity . We talked until four in the morning. I do not present the full version to you here. We hardly even like ourselves enough to listen to the full version. No, available through this link is the heavily pared down six-minute version. I love it. It was fun to record, and strangely fun to edit (even though it took...

Inside the Blogger's Studio

Welcome to the newest feature at Touch You Last: Interviewing the Blogroll. One by one I’ll be probing through the psyches of all the folks that I link to, lowering their defences, revealing their inner demons, possibly even rendering them incontinent. My first interviewee is the smart and lovely Beth, from the blog formerly know as Thesis Writing Is Hell . I caught up with the good doctor at Au Bar , where I convinced her to climb down from the risers and answer a few quick questions… You've been described as a freelance scientist, an educator, an artist, a model, and a social engineer. Which of these distinctions do you find impresses people the most? Definitely social engineer. And I really do have some mad social engineering skillz - although I use them more for fun than profit. On the other hand, being able to say "I'm a scientist" has been a good pick-up line when a hot boy asks me what I do for a living. And I'm still astonished that the odd person appears ...