I built a website for a project. The project proponent got someone else to build a gimpy replacement from scratch. How could he toss a $20,000 website? Simple: he got it for free.
I've done a few of my firsts in the last week. Not my first program mind you (I've been dishing out programs for nigh on 30+ years); nor my first article (again: 28+ years of that dance, too). But I am getting back into these. I'm a coder-writer who asks: Where Next?
I think that respect, like shame, is an emotional prompt that doesn't do much good. It becomes a flag without a nation; or a homeland made out of smoke. The truth is: respect is the last warning marker before people try to plunge into the dominion of your self and annex who you are and subvert your goals.
People love Jack Kennedy. I think the nostalgia comes from his missing 4th year in office. We fill that bucket with wishes and magically forget that could have been a year of scandal or political quagmires. The mundane is the enemy of the memorable.
There’s something about monkey movies. King Kong and Planet of the Apes are movies that no matter how many are done, people seem to have the appetite for just a little more of the same regardless of whether it's good or bad.
"It's looks like you work out of your kitchen and your wife doesn't even commit to the business." That was a mean, biting critique of my business' about us page. It was also totally honest and necessary.
I got a call from Vancouver. The caller wanted to buy my business. My globetrotting commercial empire? Sure: let’s talk.
When I got back into writing, I figured that contests were a safe bet. Why would I think that?
Is your life a spectator sport for others? Are they living their lives or trying to get you to live yours?