May 9, 2008
I budget about $1,000 a month when I’m traveling in Southeast Asia, Central America, Africa or the Middle East. I seldom go through that much if I’m sticking to ground transport, but over the course of a year if you consider flights into the calculations, $1,000 a month is about right. Stay away from the developed world at all costs though, or you’ll quickly triple that figure!

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May 9, 2008
People buy stuff all the time — America’s economy is built on that. So what does it say about software entrepreneurs if we can’t make something that consumers will pay for?

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May 8, 2008
A local variable in a rails view is a smell.
— Edward Hieattinfo

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May 8, 2008
~1/3 of people use git in collaboration with 0 or 1 person.

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May 8, 2008
One of the advantages of small monitors, ironically, is that because they’re small, they nudge users into a simpler, windowless method of working.

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May 8, 2008
We chase after features, so is simplicity overrated? No, customers just want simple decisions as much as simple products.

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May 8, 2008
When we consciously develop new habits, we create parallel synaptic paths, and even entirely new brain cells, that can jump our trains of thought onto new, innovative tracks.

To decide is to kill off all possibilities but one. A good innovational thinker is always exploring the many other possibilities.

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May 6, 2008
A millionaire may enjoy breakfasting on orange juice and Ryvita biscuits. An unemployed man doesn’t.

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May 5, 2008
At 80 we’re aging at the average rate of only 1 1/4% per year. That’s a lot better than younger people.

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May 4, 2008
I rise to pay my small tribute to Dr. Harding. Setting aside a college professor or two and a half dozen dipsomaniacal newspaper reporters, he takes the first place in my Valhalla of literati. That is to say, he writes the worst English that I have ever encountered. It reminds me of a string of wet sponges; it reminds me of tattered washing on the line; it reminds me of stale bean soup, of college yells, of dogs barking idiotically through endless nights. It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it. It drags itself out of the dark abysm of pish, and crawls insanely up to the topmost pinnacle of posh. It is rumble and bumble. It is flap and doodle. It is balder and dash.

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