A moving comment on “Too much candy”. It made me happy and a little sad too.
I am also amazed at how many people opened a Vimeo account just to comment on that video. :)
(via capucha)
Aaron: How close is your place to Central Park? I’ll try and find your building tonight and kill a hooker in front of it.
Aaron is preparing himself for New York by playing Grand Theft Auto IV.
I had never seen one in person. All I have known it as is a joke about slobs who just eat snacks all day and watch Married With Children. Now that Wikipedia has taken care of business for me, I can safely say that they look kinda gross. According to that picture, they do look a bit like many other fried foods, but it’s already ingrained in me. Pork rinds are gross.
10 Commandements for Total Happiness:
1. Act Your Shoe Size. Whatever it was you loved doing as a kid, start doing it again.
2. When it comes to sex, listen to your body, but give your brain emergency veto power.
3. Preserve your little rituals: 9 AM cinnamon lattes, Sunday pedicures, August girls’ getaways.
4. Miss no occasion where there will be great music and everybody dancing. *my favorite
5. Celebrate silly-versaries: your first paycheck, first kiss, first caviar.
6. Manage your expectations. A galaxy-size gap between what you expect someone to do and what they’re capable of doing will only bum both of you out.
7. Have an in-case-of-emergency-break-glass outift in your closet - something that makes you feel appropriate and awesome.
8. Fake it till you feel it. Acting more confident, outgoing or enthusastic can make any wallflower bloom.
9. Don’t try to fix everything or always have the answers. Just know how to listen.
10. Be nice to mean people. Watch as they become confused!
as i was driving on I-66 yesterday into northern virginia, a thought hit me out of the blue. it was so random, but so startling, that i almost picked up my phone to call anyone to talk to them about it.
here’s the thought: in 5, 10, 15 years, the twenty-somethings currently populating the majority of web 2.0 sites (like tumblr, for instance) will be—in significant numbers—settling down with children.
so, imagine, 15 or 20 years from now, i have a child. maybe two of them.
my children—or your children or the children of someone you know—will be the first generation to possibly have access to enormous quantities of archived information about their parents. a child could see what mom wore to a college party, what dad’s thoughts were on global warming circa 2008 courtesy his blog, etc. etc.
can you even imagine having the ability to see/read/explore the former life of your parents or those in the generation previous to you? it’s the most telling time capsule—showing everything, both the good and bad, and providing a hands-on experience with the past. no more flipping through censored photo albums—your child could stumble on your old flickr albums filled with photos of drinking martinis with friends, carousing at concerts and the like.
really, they could stumble on anything you put on the internet.
maybe in 20 years, there won’t be tumblr. or blogger. or facebook. or flickr. or twitter. or myspace (we can only hope). maybe web 5.0 will have replaced the “olden days” of 2.0.
still, the possibility that the children of our generation could view us in a way not accessible to any other generation before us is kind of scary and exciting all at once.