Jifty
I got to see @indyhall for the first time recently when I attended my first @PhillyJS meetup. Amidst the rows and rows of 27–inch iMacs, the amply–sized kitchen conveniently situated in the thick of the sweat, and the bath–slash–shower–equipped bathroom, that which stuck in my mind was the JFDI sign—a sign that quietly reminded the passing denizens of Indy Hall to just do it already.
Everything I’ve gained in life came from simply doing and taking chances:
- Saying hi to the woman who’d become my wife.
- Applying to whatever the hell I thought I wanted, whether it was an Ivy League school, a scholarship, or a job.
- Learning and practicing new skills just for the fun of it.
With deference to @alexknowshtml, I’m making this year my year of JFDI. You too, I hope.
I ♥ Elena.
Pad Men
I must say, the Samsung Galaxy Tab looks pretty freakin’ impressive. Perhaps its only glaring questionable trait is its odd size—too big to cram into your Levi’s pocket and too small to comfortably pretend to read the New York Times while fellow commuters stare in disbelief.
Its best quality is that it’s real. At least, it’s a lot more real than other recently announced tablets with magical unicorn powers from companies struggling to catch up to Apple.
This brings up an important point, namely that these companies should stop talking in lieu of their actual shipping products. When the iPad was announced, the CEOs of the beleaguered companies were caught with their pants down—that much is obvious. But why would these otherwise highly pedigreed exemplars of corporate leadership resort to P.T. Barnum tactics?
Here’s my theory: These CEOs are mere wage slaves. Sure, they may care about their company and their employees. Ultimately, though, they have to answer to their boards and shareholders. They can’t just say, “Holy $þ&†! We didn’t see that coming!”
If waving a shiny plastic board on stage can temporarily boost your stock price and help you keep your job for a few more months, why not do it? Heck, why not do a Ballmer dance?
