Facebook sucks. Twitter is too restrictive. LinkedIn is a bunch of bovine feces. It would seem that the only reason we use so many social networks is because each of them cannot be all things to all people. That being said, the only network that, for me, has the most going for it is Google+. If you have a Google account (Gmail, Youtube, Drive, etc.) I would suggest that you try it out. The interface is fresh, clean, and novel. Coming from the previously mentioned social sites, you have to take a minute to reorient your brain from a vertical perusing style to a more fluid approach. Also, this interface highlights activity from your actual meatspace friends.
Beatboxing is not for everybody. At one point in my life, I thought I could do it. While I still have some rudimentary sounds down, the entire discipline still escapes me. If you’re like me, then you will love this site (I discovered it via Felicia Day’s funny video series, The Flog). It gives you the ability to command a chorus of digital beatboxing peeps. Check out my composition below and tell me what you think! Also, make your own and share the links. I am interested in what you can do. Enjoy!
This is the summer that I wished for rain,
but the earth had a different plan;
taunting me with the promise of deluge, I waited.
I waited for every humid rise.
I waited for all the fluffy clouds.
I waited for stiff knees in the old.
I waited for the silence of birds,
but the rain did not come. Continue reading Personal Thoughts: The Rain→
The star whose shine pierces cloud and thought, has discovered someone who you’ve clearly caught in quite the time of deep reflection, wondering if there is perhaps some affection for the way that this man’s method is surely madness, or perhaps just an expression of an unknown sadness. Continue reading Personal Thoughts: An Ode to a Star→
As per my usual Friday, I get on the PATH train after work and make my way to my usual pizzeria to order, “a beer for here and a pizza to go.” It is, in reality, a very nice restaurant that does make a good pizza. But this Friday, I had a, not uncommon, but familiar rough day at work. I had to leave late due to dealing with everyone who was still in the office at 5:30 PM EST on a Friday. By the time I reached the PATH train, I missed my line’s train and had to wait for the next one; ten minutes later. Now ten minutes may seem like a short time, but all I wanted to do was take part in my usual Friday ritual. Unfortunately, as I entered the next crowded PATH train, I noticed an area of free space around this one guy. So I made my way to the space and soon discovered that this Friday would not be usual in any way. Continue reading My Novel Experience with Scotch→
Many scientists and sociologists liken a city to a person. All of the tiniest elements work together in separate and distinct systems. So what happens if the city is pained? Can a city feel? Can a city hurt? Can a city cry?