based on a true story

There were four of us in the rental car, sitting in traffic between the office in Sonoma and a dinner party in San Francisco. To our left, a vista of SF slid by with the Bay Bridge, Treasure Island, and the skyline bathed in a golden sunset. One of our co-workers, a goateed product manager from New York, was talking about how he was getting teased by our CEO on Twitter, and liza said, "you know, Cris doesn't even have a Twitter, and I won't mention that he still posts to Livejournal ... except that I just did."

"Ah, you know," I said, "I'm still trying to maintain some polite separation between work and private life."

"Except," she keenly pointed out, "that pretty much failed as soon as you took this job."

Point.

( The lines. They blur. )