Coined the term 'weblog,' never made a dime.

It takes a lot to do anything creative seriously for a long time, and super-high-intensity blogging is long-term unsustainable for most people. A crazed few can continue doing it, but for many people it's more of a phase than a permanent calling.

After your sixth drink, do not look at yourself in the mirror. It will shake your confidence.

You should always expect a French colleague to be highly-qualified and competent in his/her area. A French person would prefer to be unemployed than have a job that does not utilize his/her qualifications. Therefore it is likely that your colleague will understand the nuances of any issues that demand specific knowledge.

The flexibility of the English language allows us to imagine that we are an inherently witty nation, when in fact we just have a vocabulary and a grammar that allow for endlessly amusing confusions of meanings.

One of the criticisms of Knowledge Management is that it is just a new way to sell the same old products. Vendors take an online message board, bundle it with an off-the-shelf document management system and an intranet search, call the whole thing a 'knowledge management system', and then sell it to you for millions.

Webb has been with his long-term female partner Fred for some 43 years. Fred (given name Eve) shaves her head and calls herself by this name in a show of support 'for men named Fred who have low self-esteem.'

The insanity may seem to be one mark of our postmodern condition-in which even the immediate past becomes the object of intense nostalgia, and in which the most banal acquisition can get touted as a wise speculation.

humans created time, humans base time on the length it takes for the earth to rotate around the sun. we use it to measure the distance of our lives. be it four-years, nine days or sixty seconds. we have traveled that amount of time around the sun, in our life time.

since humans have not been around forever, to give a measurement of time to the universe is earth-centric.

does time exist in space?

if you look at a far away galaxy while standing on earth, you are looking at light emitted from that galaxy millions of years ago. the galaxy is not in the same exact location anymore. but we still see the energy/light emitted from it. it's presence is still there. so, time becomes irrelevant in space. we are only measuring distance from earth to another galaxy. but the function of time has no purpose outside of earth because we base time on earth's rotation.

if we were on venus, time would be different based on venus' rotation around the sun, if we use the same reasoning as we do on earth. an hour would not be an hour on venus. a year would not be a year. in order to figure out the exact time, we would need to configure or distort time to earth time.

so, time has no relevance in space. only when measuring distance. has the universe been around forever? we need something to compare it to and with out it, it doesn't exist.

time doesn't exist in space.

everything is how it was and how it has always been. no big bang, no vortexes, no strings.

just space.

youre on the train now and i already hate this fucking town without you. i guess ill see you further down the road?? youre the only one that makes any goddam sense anyway, and thats not the dayquil talkin'.
i love you.

the clubhouse bars on Derby Day are a very special kind of scene. Along with the politicians, society belles and local captains of commerce, every half-mad dingbat who ever had any pretensions to anything at all within five hundred miles of Louisville will show up there to get strutting drunk and slap a lot of backs and generally make himself obvious.

Perhaps the history of the errors of mankind, all things considered, is more valuable and interesting than that of their discoveries. Truth is uniform and narrow; it constantly exists, and does not seem to require so much an active energy, as a passive aptitude of the soul in order to encounter it. But error is endlessly diversified; it has no reality, but is the pure and simple creation of the mind that invents it. In this field the soul has room enough to expand herself, to display all her boundless faculties, and all her beautiful and interesting extravagancies and absurdities.

I sold blood to get my wife gas money to go to a job interview tomorrow

I'm a former Britpop, Shoegaze, and New Wave Freak. For now, I'm for Indie and Electronic Music. Remedial Art School student. Wanna-be Designer and Photographer. Aspiring Vegan and Buddhist. Ex member of the Petty Bourgeoisie, future (relentless) member of the Proletariat.

Always enter a conversations with a drink you are about to finish. If things don't go well, all you need to do is take one last gulp from your drink and excuse yourself to get another, never to return. If the conversation is going well, finish your drink and ask the other person if you can get them anything when you go to get another. They will appreciate the gesture even if they decline, and it impies that you'll be returning for a longer conversation.

The MetaFilter economy is primarily sock-puppet driven.

One day, she asked abruptly if I wanted to go live in a basement apartment in Scarborough, on minimum wage, while she works as a maid and tries to support our family, in which my father had supposedly walked out on us.I thought it might be interesting. My mom is always trying to get me into these types of projects, and, as a journalist, she is very nosy and sometimes she even quotes me without my consent or even my knowing. Sometimes, I have to ask her if it's off the record or not.