I’m trying to buy 5 iMacs this morning. No one at the Cherry Creek Apple Store has any idea 1) if they are going to get any, 2) what they’ll get, 3) how many of the computers they’ll see, of 4) when they’ll get them. I should also mention that their business sales folks promised to keep me updated last night and this morning, but have no idea I even called yesterday.
In the last six months, Apple has shipped a less than stellar Maps application on the new iOS, they seemed unable to get high-profile application bug fixes through their App Store approval process in less than 50 days, they’ve delayed iTunes by two months, and now they have no idea what’s going on with their supply chain.
I don’t know if this is due to an absence on campus, but something is obviously wrong there. This sounds more like Verizon Wireless than the Apple of recent past.
Another Lesson For Online Fundraisers from Obama 2012 -
I will be outspent.
@Marcoarment's Sage Statement About Piracy -
I agree with this statement in general, but I wonder why people rationalize piracy. Could it be because we are not customers of the TV we watch (at least historically)? We can rationalize about business models and release windows all we want, but we don’t have to pay for CSI, in itself. Does that make it easier to justify downloading it from the Internet (it’s already free to us)?
Lessons For Online Fundraising From Obama 2012 -
I’m excited to see how rapidly this trickles down to state and local races.
I’ve long been frustrated at what happens on Facebook, if that’s the way to say it. One of my friends starts using a birthday calendar app, and I get invited to use it too (often also from all of our mutual friends). Facebook changes their layout and everyone complains. A friend decides to invite everyone he knows to his Amway event, and I get a bunch of emails telling me who is going. A friend “likes” some hateful political screed. You know the drill.
It’s that last one that got me thinking. I confronted the person who “liked” the screed onto my wall, and got a bullshit response, that it “took balls” for someone to say what they said.
Problem is, it didn’t. And it doesn’t take any balls to “like” it.
It takes no effort at all to “like” something. It takes an impulsive microsecond to click your mouse, and you’ve told everyone who pays attention that you are endorsing something.
It’s as though we have all become Brick, from Anchorman, loving lamp simply because we sees it.
If you were in a room with your friends, maybe you’d tell someone you like a particular TV show, or a band. Maybe you’d even tell people you like your bank, or a particular political candidate. You would not stand up, and apropos of nothing, simply declare that you like “Chase Bank” to the room, you would endorse your thing in context, with personal flavor, and only if it mattered to you.
On Facebook, there is no context. There is only, “Dave liked…,” “Joe liked…,” “Jim and Allan liked…”
The context is all important, because I don’t care about most of what you “like” enough to click and forget. I do care about the things that you take the time to share - a link with a bit of text about why you care (i.e., context). Most of Facebook, however, is context free. Most of it is viral bullshit - likes upon likes upon likes; things you would never endorse in person, but didn’t see the harm in clicking and forgetting.
It’s the din of your public, unfiltered, instantaneous reactions to the stimulus that hits you on a minute-by-minute basis.
I don’t want to know you that way. I suspect that you don’t want to know me that way.
In real life, we carefully manage the perception others have of us, but not on Facebook. Perhaps that makes us more real online. More authentic. But, in truth, Facebook simply proves that familiarity actually does breed contempt.
I want to like you. Think about that the next time you “like” something.
P.s.: This was probably posted to Facebook automatically, but I won’t see any of your comments. Hit me on Twitter (@lofdev) if you have thoughts.
Throughout life we are impacted with moments that are rich with meaning and significance. Regardless of the joy or sorrow that these moments create, it is our job to listen and respond. This summer I was given the gift of one of those profound moments.
On a warm August afternoon, my wife and I invited some close friends over for lunch to spend the day swimming in our pool. We were in the water playing with our kids, watching them one-up each other jumping in, and playing all the usual games.
One of the times my daughter climbed out to jump back in, she cried out in pain after stepping on a bee. As soon as I pulled out the stinger left behind in her foot, one by one more bees began to swarm. Thinking that the dead bee was attracting others, I picked it up and went inside to throw it away.
The moment I opened the trash in the kitchen I heard my wife scream outside. It wasn’t an ordinary scream. I look outside right at the moment she was diving into the water. Racing outside I was certain that she was being attacked by the aggressive bees.
I made it to the edge of the water right when she was coming up. My heart sank. In her arms was our little boy, blue and lifeless.
DHH's Sane Thoughts About Remote Workers -
This scares me a little bit, as it’s my bread & butter, but, probably represents a net-positive for the online ecosystem.
(Source: wicnet, via micahbaldwin)
Well, tomorrow is the end of all that awful advertising. If you’re like me, you are really happy to be done with that. Here’s what I expect to happen tomorrow night.
You heard it here, first.