DaveNet: Never underestimate Steve Case.
Business Week: "The next round of globalization is sending upscale jobs offshore. They include basic research, chip design, engineering -- even financial analysis."
Russell Beattie: Qwerty Phone Keypad. Interesting idea.
Wired: "Ex-Apple programmer Jim Speth is about to release new open-source software that lets a select group of users share files over the Internet."
Scott Knaster sends word that the Space Shuttle will be visible in the Bay Area as it's landing tomorrow.
1/31/00 was a sunny day, in Davos.
David Heller: HTML's Time is Over. Let's Move On.
Mark Pilgrim: "I have no idea what Iím going to do with myself."
Scoble asks an important question. "Patient A has a troupe of 20 people with her, and at least five stay around the clock to pray for her. Patient B only has two people with her, and they don't stay around the clock. If something goes wrong with both patients at the same time, and there's only one surgeon available, which one gets the surgery done first?" There's no doubt that Patient A gets the help. Having spent a lot of time in hospitals in the last year, this is well-known among families. It's why I spent so much time in the hospital with my father. If the nurses and doctors get to know you, your friend or relative gets better care. No doubt about it.
Excellent. I just watched a movie of Adam's family playing Monopoly from his payload channel. Adam is my friend, but I've never met his wife or daughter. Until now. He's a lucky guy. Two beautiful women who love him. Nice. If you use an enclosure-aware aggregator or reader and leave it running overnight you'll get the Monopoly movie and I can see from reading the RSS that we'll get a tour of their lake tomorrow.
Interesting that they speak both Dutch and English at Adam's house.
How time flies. Tomorrow is the beginning of the second month of the year. My hippie uncle, the guy who lives in Jamaica, is ten years older than me. He says it keeps getting worse. I know. Oy.
When you're young life creeps at a glacial pace. "Oh I wish adulthood would finally come," sighs the young person. "Youth is wasted on the young," whines the old fart.
An image of an old geezer sitting in a rocking chair on a front porch appears, and I understand what he's saying. "Rush, rush, rush, that's all young people do," says the old geezer (in an Abe Simpson-like voice). But there's wisdom in the rants of a silly old man. First the old guy's body doesn't rush so well anymore. All the aches and pains. They quiet down if he just sits and watches. Young people don't have those pains. He doesn't remember. But time is rushing by fast enough. Old folk may know how to stop and savor a moment, just hold it, and appreciate it for what it is, without thinking of the future (which old people don't have) or the past (there's more of that all the time).
I'm not really old yet, but I'm not young anymore. I'm one of those inbetweeners. Not just starting, but not finished. January 31. What a weird thought.
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