Statistics
Without projecting in absolutes, I’d venture to say that we’re all going to be a statistic some day. Some are good stats while others are ones we’d all like to avoid, knowing this…
What statistic will you choose to be?
Without projecting in absolutes, I’d venture to say that we’re all going to be a statistic some day. Some are good stats while others are ones we’d all like to avoid, knowing this…
What statistic will you choose to be?
Below is my “you kids get off my lawn face.” It rears itself on most days when I witness silly first-world problem arguments on the Internet.
Also, Feedly is my current Google Reader replacement choice but I’m giving Digg Reader a fair shake as well. You know, in case you were wondering.

(For the record, Twitter and Dribbble do not seem to allow animated gifs for profile images. Shame.)

Russian photographer Sergey Semonov seems to be pretty good at taking photos; view more of his work here: http://www.sergesemenov.com/
We just took a weekend getaway to see some family and the sights of San Antonio which gave me a good time to do a little testing out of the new VSCO Camera. All photo editing was done post-trip so as to try and be in-the-moment with the family as much as possible. Here are a few of my favorites from our outings around the city and the Hill Country between here and there.

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Chevrolet with pinstripes.

Escape.

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Urban falls.

Canyon Lake, TX.
While having lunch with a buddy yesterday, a conversation we were having triggered a thought in my mind that is just slightly longer than what could fit in a tweet. It’s not a new idea to me, I’ve believed it now for 8+ years. It’s also not the only reason but does carry some significant weight in why I choose to work for myself instead of working for somebody else. It is, however, one that I rarely share publicly. So, for all eight of you reading, here’s (one of a few reasons) why I own a small business:
Working for myself has nothing to do with not being able to work for somebody else and everything to do with the thought that I can’t hack it for anybody else.