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Monthly Archives: December 2005

yet another iTunes meme

by Rob Friesel

Variations on a theme? Yet another iTunes-inspired song meme. This time via m00se: How many songs: 6,248 First Song: Candy Machine “–“ Last Song: Frederic Chopin “Zyczenie (Maiden’s Wish), Op. 74, No. 1 (Posth.)” Sort by time: * Shortest Song: 0:04 (“Dante’s Lament” off the Clerks soundtrack) * Longest Song: 2:57:17 (The Apostles “Live at […]

Macrodobe vs. Microsoft?

by Rob Friesel

Neat article off Int’l Herald Tribune re: some elements to consider in the recently-finalized Adobe/Macromedia merger/acquisition festival (first announced in April). The “good point” is their citation of how Microsoft plans to bundle print-to-PDF capabilities into Windows Vista (much as Apple already does with OS X). This $650 million threat to Adobe’s PDF-creation-software business underscores […]

keeping disciplined

by Rob Friesel

60,107 / 80,000 (75.1%) Looking at the 60k-word mark and thinking about how close I am to wrapping up feels like this impossible contradiction. Another 20 pages could do it, right? (I ask myself.) What’s 20 pages? (I guess about 20,000 words.) There’s so much discipline involved in this endeavor. It’s difficult sometimes to image […]

dream.20051208: construction

by Rob Friesel

I’m a laborer on a construction job. It’s a 20-ish story structure of some kind. At this point, we’re finishing up the erection of the metalwork framing (which we’ve managed to do pretty quickly) — and for whatever reasons we’re supposed to put the flooring in from the top down. (So the floor for the […]

Signs of a Bubble

by Rob Friesel

Via SmartMobs: Tristan Louis on “Signs of a Bubble” – – he breaks down the top five signs that you and your company may be living in a fantasy world where things like “revenue” aren’t important. #5 and #1 are the ones to key in on – – and they basically address the same core […]

dream.20051207: poker face

by Rob Friesel

I return home to find six 60+ year old women gathered around a table in my kitchen. Each of them has a laptop and is clicking furiously away at something that I can’t quite see yet. When I enter the room they each give me these dirty looks, like I’ve tread somewhere I shouldn’t. I’m […]