I’ve been attending SXSW Interactive since 2005. It’s amazing and I’ve watched it grow from impressive to “OMFG where are all these people coming from?!” Last year, there were nearly 20,000 registered geeks in attendance, but many estimated that the event was also subsidized by an almost equivalent number of people who came to enjoy the [...]
I can’t believe that 2011 is almost over. It seems like yesterday that I was writing the themeword post for this year…REAP. This year really seemed to fly by in a way I don’t recall other years flying by. Perhaps it is because I was so pre-occupied. Between being busier than I’ve ever been in [...]
Maybe there is no such thing as original thought anymore? Or maybe we’ve just got too busy to form our own ideas and articulate them. Or maybe it’s just unpopular to do so. Who knows.
“Faking it until you make it” is the new transparency and I don’t think it’s resurgence is a good one.
The issue could be that there are just too many shopping deal sites all at once. Or maybe the coupons/deals/offers aren’t what we need as consumers after all. Perhaps it turns out that I don’t need a new pair of cheap shoes or new accessories every month.
Sorry G+, but adding 2,500+ people to cute little circles when you have more data than GOD seems wrong to me. Don’t make me work for another social network. Make your social network work for me.
Why would anyone want to enter a frothy market that has an idea that comes from a real place of “let’s make stuff work better for people AND make money?” It’s heartbreaking.
The problem is that subtle sexism isn’t obvious. That’s why it’s SUBTLE. There isn’t a glowing example to point at and say, “See? Look at that? I was right!” It happens in whispers. It displays itself in absence.
“When you helped the butterfly out of the cocoon, you prevented it from developing the muscles it would need to survive.”
Over and over again, I’m observing how valuable connections are. Social classes aren’t dead by any means. If anything, they’ve become more powerful than ever.
