Like Sunday Morning

Fwd: Sunday Buzz

I gave my buddy Christopher a bottle of the Steingart Brother’s Brew and here are his tasting notes:

It’s not even 4pm on a sunday…. couldn’t wait. I expected you to hand me something you felt good about, and that I was going to enjoy it, but this beer is really great!

For me it comes on with a strong full flavor and bite, pleasant bitterness, then gradually dissipates but doesn’t disappear; it become bright, opens up. The whole experience is dynamic yet balanced and leaves a real nice after taste. I’ve never described beer this way, but I’m curious how this compares to what your take is. Not sure how to describe the flavors, but I like it. I’m impressed.

BLUSH

Late Thanks

Before leaving work wednesday (a brisk, crisp and clear wednesday) I managed to fix my rear derailleur and was able to bike home. I cheated a bit a listened to Pandora while biking home (one ear). The station: Magnetic Fields. Not really in the genre, “With or without you” was added to the station.

I have this flashback to ~1989. My father gives me an old walkman, and I’m biking to Saddle Rock (elementary) listening to some tape I found in the car, The Joshua Tree. It is also late november. And life was good then, and it’s great now.

So I’m thankful I can still bike to work, only now along the same route Little Mac used to train along, and that I can listen to the fucking internet while doing so, and that when I get home from work I’ve got the two most fantastic ladies in the world to greet me, and when I get to work I’ve got like a billion macs to play with and a laser cutter and 3 3D printers, and that I can now easily get to my parents on thanksgiving, prep food with my brother (who is now also just a bike ride away) and that my mother still makes apple-sour cream pie while having expanded the repertoire to smores pie, and the day after thanksgiving can still be dedicated to a trip to chinatown and playing video games with my cousin.

Pavlovian

Two things I can’t help doing

1. Every time I’m in Penn Station I have to see when the next train to Port Washington departs.

2. Every time I go to au bon pain I order the same sandwich. Turkey with honey mustard, brie, onion, lettuce and tomato on a baguette. This used to be my “work sandwich” back in the SAM days. Now it’s my official sandwich of Amtrak.

I’ve been doing this for over 17 years, that it’s been that long I just figured today. I still think of it as a “novel” sandwich. shrug

Bad Startup Exits, continued

Like iwantsandy, drop.io has had a “successful” exit and is shutting its doors in a remarkably short amount of time, leaving users in a lurch. Yes, there are alternatives, but that’s not the point. When one goes with a given app/site/solution, it’s generally because the alternatives are lacking. Same here. So I’ll take my data somewhere else, but come on Facebook/Drop.io: this is no way to treat a user base.

This is two times I’ve been let down. I used Sandy regularly, and I’ve still not found a decent substitute (going on two years now). I use drop.io on an almost daily basis, for quick shares it’s much better than anything else out there. Luckily I sensed a disturbance in the force (or rather had a sleepless night a few weeks ago when I realized that important for my lab was being shared in a way that was not simple to back up) and had just finished a weak homebrew alternative on which no one can pull the plug.

So congrats, and screw you, to drop.io. Way to go.