After a long night of blogging and Beck’s guzzling, I sometimes wake up in strange places. Last weekend it was in the middle of a gravel road. My first thought was "The Beck’s Elves have left me in The Land of Giant Turtles." My second was, "No problem, I can outrun a giant turtle, even with a hangover."
My friend David, who lives in southwest Missouri, found some… I hate to call them scraps or debris… shredded memories from the weekend tornadoes that hammered parts of four states.
He posted them to his blog in hopes someone might recognize the photo and help get (what’s left of) it back to the owner.
Regular readers of this blog know I loves my photos and I keep iPhoto backed up nightly. And I take great comfort in having many of them on flicker or embedded in a post here.
If you have a shoe box full of photos but lack the time, tools or patience to scan them… send them off to one of the many services that will do it for you. I’d add: then hire a high school kid to put them up on flickr, but a lot of folks are just not comfortable with that. But it give me great comfort knowing mine are safely floating in cyberspace.
When the time comes, I’m going to figure out a way to see that they stay up (out?) there after I’m gone.
My friend David hopes to "eliminate unwanted speaker interference noise and government brain intrusion" with the new iFoil Hat for iPhone
Photo stolen from my friend Chuck. And David shares this disturbing video.
I’ve been helping my friend Taisir feed and care for a blog for his coffee shop. It’s a labor of love and I’m there every morning anyway. With help from Phil we got his domain in place.
In time, we hope to build an online community to compliment the one he has built with his customers.
It was in this spirit that I stopped by Our Ink Don’t Stink and got my first body art.
UPDATE: The website where the image above was created no longer exists. But I did find what appears to be the source image.
OrderoftheFez.com
I can almost picture the two nimrods behind the wheel. Remember the guy from Groundhog Day?
Jason Calacanis points to WSJ story that suggests size does matter:
“Researchers at the University of Utah tested how quickly people performed tasks like editing a document and copying numbers between spreadsheets while using different computer configurations: one with an 18-inch monitor, one with a 24-inch monitor and with two 20-inch monitors. Their finding: People using the 24-inch screen completed the tasks 52% faster than people who used the 18-inch monitor; people who used the two 20-inch monitors were 44% faster than those with the 18-inch ones. The study concluded that someone using a larger monitor could save 2.5 hours a day.”
I think that balances out the 2.5 hours a day I goof off. [Thanks, David]
When I showed this "then-and-now" photo to my life-long friend John, he posed the following questions: How are these two people different? How are they the same?
Are we essentially the same person at 60 that we were at 25? Or does a lifetime of experiences change us? I seem to recall reading that our personalities are fully formed at a very early age. So most of the changes are physical (and inconsequential)? The "me" in my head feels exactly like that younger version. And maybe that’s the answer to John’s question. The differences are all positive. If I had to pick one, I’d say I’m a little wiser. But only a little.