I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS. There are no windows in this office and no clock, only the blinking red LED display of a microwave, which flashes 12:00, 12:00, 12:00, 12:00. Joel and I have been programming for days. We have a bug, a stubborn demon of a bug. So the red pulse no-time feels right, like a read-out of our brains, which have somehow synchronized themselves at the same blink rate. But what if they select all the text and / hit Delete. / Damn! The NULL case! / And if not were out of the text field and they hit space / yeah, like for / … Continue reading Ellen Ullman