i cannot think of a good example of a service that’s good at being both a destination (to enjoy, share or showcase the final product) AND a utility (tools to create those final products). got any good examples?
there was a guy i knew in school who was a borderline math genius. he was also quite severely compulsive. he always had 5 pencils on his desk, all of them sharpened down to equal length. he would check his alarm clock 5 times every night. he would divide his teeth into quadrants and brush each area 5x times, starting over if he lost count during brushing. the most impressive story i heard was from his roommate who told me that he called his girlfriend back home 5 times one night to make sure he was breaking up with her. i always thought he was one with himself and possessed a secret key to the universe.
“I’m an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls, and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.”—The Prophecy (1995) - Memorable quotes
“At 10Gb/s, you could transfer a full-length Blu-Ray movie in less than 30 seconds. Optical technology also allows for smaller connectors and longer, thinner, and more flexible cables than currently possible. Light Peak also has the ability to run multiple protocols simultaneously over a single cable”—Light Peak Technology
i am still at least 2 weeks out from walking like a normal person with two legs or even starting to think about clipping them into pedals. the dirt encrusted glacier is finally starting to recede so i can see my neighbors’ kids playing on the yard over the recently erected mount yonkers. my shiny new custom frame i’ve been waiting 5 months for has been built up with even shinier parts and patiently waiting for me to devirginize her in the dark, damp storage room. my courageous cat once again tries to approach me but stops cold and turns around in disgust once he gets a whiff of my leg with enough tiger balm to kill a small tiger. the mercury reaches 55 in new york and the sun is beating down like it never forgot how to do its damn job. the crystal treble of an ice cream truck song is cutting so sharply right through the laziness of saturday afternoon’s vacuum where it’s too late for snow blowers and too early for lawn mowers. there’s vigor and life spouting up all round my block i can almost hear it like the insects eating through dead tree limbs. the flowers around a tombstone are always the brightest.