Hello, my name is: LEGION

For about the past six months, I’ve been working with an interaction designer named Grace Perez on one of my biggest projects. She’s really quite on the ball — her work is precise, she quickly understands the exception cases that result from a particular design, and she’s able to quickly envision and document page flows that also look beautiful. I’ve really enjoyed working with her — she reminded me a little bit of working with Grace Cham, who’s an interaction designer that used to sit just outside my office when we were all on the fourth floor, before we all shifted floors.

Grace Perez is so good over email, in fact, that I hadn’t even met her in person — we’ve been swapping questions, designs, and technical documentation back and forth over the lifecycle of a pretty sizeable project. In fact, I’m not even sure where she sits.

So today, in the course of clearing up some page flows, I asked Henry Min to show me where Grace sits. He took me to the wrong Grace though. “Oh, sorry!” I said to my old friend and colleague Grace Cham, sitting in her plant-filled cube on the tenth floor. “I asked Henry to take me to Grace Perez. I’ve been working with Grace Perez for about eight months now, she’s really good, and…”

“…why are you looking at me like that?

OH MY GOD EMBARASSMENT. Congratulations on your wedding last year, Grace! Sorry that I’ve been communicating with you over email AS TWO DIFFERENT PEOPLE since December! For what it’s worth, I really like both of your work.

Hello, my name is: LEGION

Bill Irwin on Sesame Street

Thank God for YouTube. Thank GOD for the network effect that turns the entire Internet into one giant distributed network of citizens putting content up. Because at last — AT FREAKING LAST — someone has put up the thing that I’ve been searching for since the day I discovered Netscape Navigator 0.8 in 1994.

This is an incredibly important ingredient of my psyche. If my life ever flashes before my eyes, the walk down the street at the end of it is what’s going to be at the end. I first saw this i-don’t-know-when, but I was too young to know that this was Bill Irwin and that he’s doing a rocket-propelled Charleston. Okay, enough, here’s the damn movie. Ignore the static at the beginning; you just miss the part where he’s taking a boom box out of his briefcase BLAH BLAH BLAH here it is. Kieran, I think you’ll appreciate this insert from Sesame Street:

The other jaw-dropping charleston I found through BoingBoing.
And man, did I spend a lot of time studying this routine while wearing the baggy Marithe Francois Girbaud pants I stole from my dad.

Bill Irwin on Sesame Street