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A friend of mine sent me this over the weekend - I can't believe I used to watch this guy talk and think "how cool!" This guy is insane.
I was a really stupid kid.
Someone pointed out to me that I started writing three years ago as of Wednesday. Anniversaries are known to induce feelings of nostalgia, and when coupled with an intense desire to shut out the noise of crowds cheering for another Dwayne Wade three-pointer, anniversaries make you spend 30 minutes going through old server logs. Here then, is the past 36 months of my life in search engine keyphrases:
I have a buddy back in Colorado. This guy spends his days humbly behind the desk of a publication you've probably never heard of. His official job is to manage content for their online presence. But he is probably their best designer, he's become one of their regular photographers (shooting the likes of Roger Ebert and the wackjob professor from my alma mater above,) and he is increasingly being called upon to write articles as well - the results of which are predictably stellar.
He's way too humble to admit it, but he's one of the most talented guys you're likely to meet. If you need someone to write something, take a photo of something, or put something online, you should give him a call.
He can also teach you guitar...
The ever-forward-thinking Amit has a new project, and I'm betting it will be just as successful as the ones that proceeded it. It's a newsletter called Photojojo, and it shoots ideas and tips for making the most of your photos to your inbox twice a week. It's a beautiful site about a fun idea from a brilliant guy. You should check it out.
I've got a lot of Irish in me (red hair, blue eyes, bright white skin, etc,) but for some reason I've never been all that into St. Patrick's Day. Part of it may be that I haven't the slightest idea who St. Patrick was and what he did - from what I can surmise, he was a small man who wore green and was always trying to steal marshmallows out of children's cereal. Oh, and he was blasted out of his gord.
Each year I seem to forget it's even a holiday, until someone decides to remind me by chastising me for not donning green - even as an adult, I'm still sometimes surprised by a hard pinch when I'm not paying attention. People seem genuinely upset that I - an obvious Irishman - am not sharing the holiday spirit with them. Maybe they just want me to live a little. Maybe they're upset because they're dressed up as a giant shamrock. Regardless of the reason, I inevitably hurt someone's feelings with my fairly obvious indifference.
So this year I'm going to do it differently. I'm going to show up at work decked in green from head to toe. I'm going to wish everyone a fantastic holiday. I'm going to down a dozen pints of Guiness. I'm going to be the life of the party. Yes sir, next Monday will be the best St. Patrick's day ever.
...what do you mean St. Patrick's Day is today?
Via Sean.
You're probably living in Manhattan or Brooklyn or someplace nearby. And you're probably looking for a dog. You probably have been praying for a cute, 7 year old mutt who you think is named Oscar - at least he looks like an Oscar.
You are in luck. A co-worker saved this dog from the pound, and is desperately looking for a new owner. If you're interested or know someone who might be, send me an email (sean at this url.)
You're such a good person for doing this.
How do you spoof the SNL Narnia video and pull it off? Use cute kids.
After three embarrassing losses, a good man and a good coach leaves the alma mater.
One of the most disturbing things I've seen in a long time. (via)
