I discovered four ancestors on my mom’s side originating from the village of Fouches near Arlon, Belgium. Also, I’m following a new lead on my dad’s side: I previously thought he was purely Prussian in descent, but just now found that his great grandmother’s side originated in England and made a stint in Rhode Island before settling in Jefferson County, NY then eventually Buffalo.
Armstrong in LM after historic moonwalk. Hasselblad on the Moon, and Lunar Panoramas
Can you recommend a good entrepreneur to design my company’s website?
— An email I received today.
One of my top 5 favorite moments in CV history: Jake caught trashing Ricky’s Shaq cardboard cutout while we group sing Third Eye Blind’s Semi-Charmed Life.
The next generation of services will need to have an impact on the real world and the real economy, not just an attention economy driven by self expression and discovery online.
Exactly one year ago today, I made a bet with Zach Klein, who at the time was swept up in David Beckham soccer fever.
Zach was confident that America would fall in love with Beckham and within a year he would be starring in his own feature film. Well, sorry Zach. Americans still don’t care about soccer.
The prize was dinner anywhere in the world…
I wasn’t swept up like some starstruck sap! I was reacting to his massive contract $250 million contract with the L.A. Galaxy. It was a ploy to glamorize American soccer, and obviously sending him to Los Angeles wasn’t random.
I bet that they would make some hokey Mighty Ducks soccer equivalent, a remake of Ladybugs perhaps, where Beckham plays the unlikely choice for an open coaching position at the struggling local women’s minimum security prison soccer team. Beckham would overcome his raging barbiturate addiction and mold his inept squad into a true killing machine worthy of Alcatraz.
Most importantly, I only agreed to this bet because I assumed Ricky would want to go Chili’s. I didn’t forsee that he’d develop a taste for international cuisine and require us to go to goddamn Prague for some goulash. Ugh.
I’m renting a place near Alamo Sqaure for a month in order to be closer to a handful of friends I’ve been distant from for too long, to recruit developers, to learn the geography of the Bay Area, and to have a convenient jumpoff point for a few backpacking trips in the Cascades.
