Old Journals

June 19, 1989

We’re dead with Doug and Jim. I need to find a new IBM programmer fast. And I’m out three thousand bucks.

I’ve talked to Alick, and half-seriously to Lance (who is a salaried employee of Broderbund). Also considering a couple of conversion houses, like Don Daglow’s; but as The Connelley Group proved on IBM Karateka, the comfort of having an organization is largely illusory. It still comes down to one programmer in the end.

I stopped off in Mill Valley on my way home and had a Bordenave Burger at Phyllis’s. There was a smell of honeysuckle, or something, in the air that broke my heart, it was so beautiful.

Had lunch with Tom Marcus today. I’m trying to grow up.

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