Keep your team small. Smaller than that. No team at all if you can help it.
Ship often. Ship lousy stuff, but ship. Ship constantly.
Skip meetings. Often. Skip them with impunity. Ship.
The paradox of our time is that the instincts that kept us safe in the day of the saber tooth tiger and General Motors are precisely the instincts that will turn us into road kill in a faster than fast internet-fueled era.
1) That Drew Barrymore is really forgiving and really skinny. Once she was filming a movie outside my apartment at Southpaw, but I didn’t know it was her movie (I usually miss out on these details). The crew was clogging my morning commute, so as revenge I decided to deliberately walk through a conversation between two people, nearly knocking someone in the jaw, that someone being one Miss Barrymore. She dodged, and looked offended, but she didn’t beat me down. I was instantly remorseful.
2) Of this time at 2 AM my friends and I were escaping the Upper East Side and 2 rather robust ladies got into a catfight on the 6 train, and one was wearing a hairpiece and was like “Hold my wig!” to her friend, THEN as they were tussling on the floor some guy who was hiding behind a pole said “This is better than Pay Per View!” It surely was. Also scarier. Then one of them escaped at 34th St. after she knocked the other chick down. I wished I had popcorn.
My friend Wesley Verhoeve (aka Man with the Hair of Wilderness) runs Family Records and manages Wakey!Wakey! and Pearl and the Beard and helped Emily Hope Price write a song one night for a project she’s doing and she wrote about writing the song and the ensuing article is wicked fun (and highly enlightening!). Especially if you’re drinking coffee.
“I suggest that if you know history, then you might not be so easily fooled by the government when it tells you you must go to war for this or that reason -that history is a protective armor against being misled.”—Howard Zinn, RIP. 1922-2010.
A couple years ago, Sufjan, his friend, Rev. Vito Aiuto, and Vito’s wife, Monique, collaborated on an album - Welcome to The Welcome Wagon - a collection of original songs, old hymns, and also some more contemporary covers (Danielson, The Smiths, The Velvet Underground). Sufjan served as producer, backup singer (but don’t confuse him with Vito, they have VERY similar voices), and he also plays many of the instruments. The album has stronger religious overtones than any of Sufjan’s solo work but for those of you who are open to that and are looking for something new to listen to (something that has Suf’s sound aaaallllll over it), why not give The Welcome Wagon a try?
The chorus when the second section comes in behind the leads is brilliant.
My alma mater UMass Dartmouth has a pretty hefty refugee and foreign student delegation and I have been worried about some of the Haitian kids I used to work with. I just got word that the administration tracked down several Haitian students who had gone home during the break and ended up stranded in slums etc, and secured their safe return. Good job UMD.
“What if funky, confusing, gray, lonely days were just part of a “system” that, in turn, created bright, rich, happy, friendly days?
What if they were just meant to give deeper elements of your creativity a rest?
What if they were deliberately crafted holidays, of a sort, devised by your inner psyche to relieve you from the pressure of artificial expectations?
Would you still bemoan them, wonder what’s wrong with you, or fear that they’ll never end? Or, would they kind of tickle you pink?”—The Universe (via dannielle)
This is really true. I’ve found that when I have my galloping black moods that if you have the discipline to find some neutral space or mechanically do something ordinary or pleasant even when you’re not feeling it, it will bring you somewhere neutral, and the neutrality is your friend because it still allows movement into the bright stuff.
This is why I go out to events and party so much, it’s a disciplined counterbalance to my moods. Yoga and exercise and reading helps too.
"Empire State of Mind" by Jay -Z feat. Alicia Keys
So, it was fun blasting this in anger out of my car windows in Massachusetts remembering that I live in New York City, where I’ve held my breath without health care like 3 zillion other people. So Scott Brown and my fellow Massholes who, if needed, benefit from STATE SPONSORED HEALTHCARE: thank you. Your small minded stance is gonna effect one Massachusetts voter who lives out of state.
“Don’t give up. Keep going. There is always a chance that you stumble onto something terrific. I have never heard of anyone stumbling over anything while he was sitting down.”— Ann Landers (via onherway) (via allisonweiss)
Randomly came across this ancient tumblr entry. Hey Allison, you’re old posts are badass.
“One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, at the world’s end somewhere, and hold fast to the days, as to fortune or fame.”—Willa Cather
I spent 8 hours bashing around Somerville and Cambridge with a bunch of dudes doing nothing in particular or important and yet somehow ended up with plans for a fun, substantive project which will probably hold my attention. And that excites me. Not much does these days.
We also concluded, through empirical evidence, things about girls which I think we should be interviewed for.
Every now and then I check to see if Missy Higgins is touring the states again because she’s hysterical and I never enjoy myself more than when I’m at her concerts, and apparently she was in this Australian musical movie and showed up at the premier in flip flops.
“After interacting in a certain way, objects become mysteriously linked, or entangled, so that what happens to one seems to affect the fate of the other.”—Oh nothing, just researching Quantum Entanglement (via allisonweiss)
And Deepak Chopra’s straightforward article on SynchroDestiny, which I read in an ayurvedic magazine but only found reprinted online at a blog for psychedelics. But it’s the same article. SynchroDestiny.
And the TED talks video on how nature mysteriously syncs itself: