As a little vanity project, I intend on documenting my 5th year of sobriety, with a daily self-snap. Let’s see what another year of sober days looks like!
Category: Migrations
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Going for 5
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A Manifesto For Free Radicals: Less Paperwork, Less Waiting, More Action
I very much enjoyed, and identified with, Scott Belsky’s article:
A Manifesto For Free Radicals: Less Paperwork, Less Waiting, More Action
I’ve been thinking about the emergence of a new type of 21st-century professional. I call them “free radicals” because they take their careers into their own hands and put the world to work for them. The commoditization of once-pricey resources like business management services (now in the cloud) and everything open-source is the wind at their backs.
Free Radicals are resilient, self-reliant, and extremely potent. You’ll find them working solo, in small teams, or within large companies. They’re everywhere, and they’re crafting the future.
Follow the link above, to read his article.
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memo to self: lifesaver
Remind those around you that they are valuable, loved & important. Practice talking openly & without judgment. Together, we can save lives.
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PostSecret App Trailer – Everybody Has Secrets
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJF4-x4Xz3U?fs=1&w=480&h=295]
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USA so far
crossing borders suck in this century. and why does everyone insist on speaking so much, so loudly – and dressing… dressing is too strong a word for whatever one does to look like that, really.
some nice faces though!
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For Love, I'll quote the world.
”Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of other’s opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.” – Steve Jobs
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Happy Frabjous Day!
Jabberwocky
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mumsy were the borow groves,
And the mome rats out grabe.“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought–
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.from Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There – Lewis Carroll (1872).
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Guess what I've been working on?
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8WO7smtc8k] -
basketball… (missing Baz Luhrmann)
A single,
bouncing sphere
just isn’t
that
interesting.If it was glowing fucia,
with blazing light-trails,
and a techno-beat…
