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It’s the First Rule of the Internet, after all.
Month: January 2013
What with all the flu and norovirus out there, the trouble with telling them apart and the load it’s placed on hospitals, it’s best to be careful out there, and wash your hands often while you’re at it!
I should know how bad the flu can get: two years ago today, it put me in the intensive care unit at St. Joseph’s. Read all about it in my post titled My Hospital Week.
Daisy the puppy has figured out how to climb up the stairs, but is a bit unsure about climbing back down. Luckily, older and more experienced dog Simon is there to help out:
This video is so cute that someone will eventually show it to you. You might as well watch it here and now.
Dante and Randall from Clerks: a great example of how loser friends
— loveable loser friends, to be sure, but still loser friends — can hold you back.
An article recently posted to PandoDaily with the rather ominous-sounding title Young People are Screwed…Here’s How to Survive has this as its final piece of advice:
Don’t worry about your network. Worry about your friends.
If you have successful friends, you will be successful. It’s pretty much that simple. If you hang out with a bunch of losers, you too will adopt their loser ways and not achieve anything. Regardless of whether or not you go out and network, please make sure that your friends are ambitious and hard working people who you admire.
For some, this means that they will have to move on from their high school buddies. For others, it means that they will need to have friends who are older than they are. Some people will have to learn new skills in order to penetrate the friend groups that they would like to join.
But if you hang out with quality people, you won’t need to worry about networking. Your friends will be your network. The only reason you are reading this article is because Sarah Lacy has a lot of friends who are very high quality, and they not only supported her PandoDaily ambition, but also put money into it. And even though she is nobody, she does have quality friends.
It works. I’ve seen it work innumerable times. Your friends bring you up or pull you down. There’s no in-between. Make sure they are pulling you up.
The suggestion may seem harsh and something straight out of Mean Girls, but it’s probably not all that far from what many folks’ moms and dads say: be careful of the company you keep. Don’t fall in with a bad crowd. That sort of thing.
“Your friends are fucking dicks and assholes,” an acquaintance of mine once said, little bits of spittle and other ejecta flying from his mouth as he expressed his utter disdain. He was referring my circle of friends from Toronto’s DemoCamp scene: techies, businesspeople and creatives who liked getting together to talk about the stuff they were making, and how to energize the city’s tech and startup scene. They in fact were warm, welcoming and kind to him; it’s just that he felt far more comfortable around a less ambitious crowd and most at home with people you’d swear were characters from Portlandia:
…you know, the sort of people who complain that one of the first questions people in my circles ask is “What do you do?” They hate the question because they don’t like their answer.
Cops, emergency room doctors, and insurance actuarists all know it. They realize how many crazy impossible things happen all the time.
A burglar gets stuck in a chimney, a truck driver in a head on collision is thrown out the front window and lands on his feet, walks away; a wild antelope knocks a man off his bike; a candle at a wedding sets the bride’s hair on fire; someone fishing off a backyard dock catches a huge man-size shark. In former times these unlikely events would be private, known only as rumors, stories a friend of a friend told, easily doubted and not really believed.
But today they are on YouTube, and they fill our vision. You can see them yourself. Each of these weird freakish events just mentioned can be found on YouTube, seen by millions.
— Kevin Kelly, The Improbable is the New Normal
I’d heard that a power transmission tower shaped liked Mickey Mouse’s head existed outside the creepily-conformist gated community Celebration, Florida, but I had to see it for myself. I snapped this photo on Saturday while travelling on the I-4 going back to Tampa from Port Canaveral (where the cruise I went on started and ended).
I spotted these bottles of Pat’s Ho-Made BBQ Sauce at Bearss Groves Market in Tampa on Sunday and couldn’t resist snapping a picture. The folks at BBQSauceReviews.com found the name amusing, but weren’t as impressed with the sauce, saying it was a bit on the bland side and giving it a 3 out of 5 rating. Being “Ho-made”, it should be spicy, a little bit dirty, and you should feel both satisfied and shamed after having some.