I’m your user. I’m supposed to be the protagonist. I’m on a hero’s journey. Your company should be the mentor/helpful sidekick. Not an orc.

Anyone want a Goolge Voice or Google Wave invite?

I have a few and they aren’t doing me any good. (I need your email address to invite you. If you don’t want to publish your email address, you can make a submission.)

Update: Voice invites are gone.

Zombie, Frankenstein, Dracula, Jesus venn diagram

(via venndiagrams, datavis, colt-rane.com)

Zombie, Frankenstein, Dracula, Jesus venn diagram

(via venndiagrams, datavis, colt-rane.com)

We will be here - Map of the Future - (via densitydesign via sid05) 

All this, and not a soul in sight.

We will be here - Map of the Future - (via densitydesign via sid05

All this, and not a soul in sight.

Creating Passionate Users: The power of One


  Team thinking leads to incremental improvements, and prevents revolutionary ideas. Revolutionary thoughts are, by definition, thinking outside the team. … It’s not teams that are the problem, it’s the rabid insistence on teamwork. Group think. Committee decisions.

Creating Passionate Users: The power of One

Team thinking leads to incremental improvements, and prevents revolutionary ideas. Revolutionary thoughts are, by definition, thinking outside the team. … It’s not teams that are the problem, it’s the rabid insistence on teamwork. Group think. Committee decisions.

Thank you...

In his Digital Strangelove, davidgillespie says you are what you share.

Starting a few days ago, I decided to share my gratitude on twitter. This is my way of saying thank you for following me and being a part of my life. Since you tend to become like those you associate with, and attract what you focus on, I hope that this will bring the blessings of my life into yours.

Ironically, I am too embarrassed to tweet this. The romantic side of me is very bashful, perhaps too self-conscious for its own good.

Dear Dia(na|ry)

I smelled your scent again for the first time in years. I didn’t think that memory was still in me. I can no longer recall it at will. It’s understandable that people would die for that kind of scent. Kill for it.

I miss you. I do.