March 1, 2010
There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.
Here is New York, E. B. White, 1949 (via cdixon)
February 28, 2010

Shutter island was meh. 3 out of 5

I’m teaching myself to wash dishes as I dirty them. Not let them pile up and grow new life forms. It’s the little things.

February 27, 2010

If a webpage takes longer than 10 seconds to load, study shows users physiological stress increases.

Up. Early. On a sat at usability conference #nycupa

February 25, 2010

My passport could use a few more stamps. Europe this summer?

Not a fan of this weather.

20 hours of video is uploaded every minute to YouTube. wow.

February 24, 2010

emerging market: bathroom iPad racks