This is me, ConnorP, and the contents of my brain when it doesn't belong anywhere else, or even if it does. Various topics, various thoughts, various degrees of seriousness, but all me.
Suddenly I feel old. I mean, I’m like a senior all of a sudden. I remember being a freshmen and thinking how old a ‘senior’ seemed, but now I guess I’ve grown up. Not sure if I’m like sad about having grown up, more just inquisitive about what lies ahead. I’ve got college to think about, school,…
It’s crazy stuff…I agree. It feels like just yesterday that I was a freshman.
Minimal Mac recently rounded the corner of it’s first year in existence. I think I can safely say that everything about it has exceeded my expectations, mostly because I really had none at the start…
Congratulations, Patrick, on your first year curating an excellent blog. With you, Merlin Mann and others on one side, and my OmniFocus system on the other, I always have somewhere to turn when I need to figure out who I need to be today, what I should be doing, and if I could be doing anything Better.
Three things about Marco Arment
(and a couple things about you, me, and a metaphorical horse)
I’ve got to be one of the most voracious users of Marco Arment’s Instapaper site/bookmarklet/iPhone app/world-changer. Given that I’m pals with Marco and follow what he has to say in a few different places, I’m not at all surprised to learn his official reasoning for building Instapaper.
But, I do want to share it with you here, because it’s a pitch-perfect summary of a frustration I share — as well as a polemical, long-overdue shot over the bow of the “S.S. Web Bullshit.”
Merlin Mann, one smart guy. Also, Instapaper Rocks!
What Do You Care About?
I’m not claiming to be old and wise. At seventeen, I still have plenty to learn about the world and about myself. But I am starting to realize things that an alarming number of people just don’t know or ‘get,’ which is troubling to me. If you think I’m wrong, tell me. I love being wrong almost as much as I love being right! What is life if not collaboration?
I also don’t claim to be a mind reader, but if I had to estimate others’ feelings, I would guess that the percentage of my life that I enjoyed was somewhat below the average. It’s not that I had a bad, underprivileged, or in any way negative life. Quite the opposite, I had everything going for me. Neither was it anyone else’s fault. No, parents, friends, and family, I am not blaming you. Rather, I believe the issue arose because I spent much of my life doing things I didn’t care about.
