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To-Do Reminders on the Table

You have a computer, a smartphone, maybe even an iPad yet you still resort to post-its because you know short term memory is a total FAIL. The Post-It Schedule aims to put some order into those random reminders by day and ONLY mon-fri because everyone knows the weekends are full of activities no one should schedule or remember.

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Links and the New Flesh

“Bodily health takes a big fuck-off second seat to curiosity,” – Lepht Anonym, explaining her craft. Watch her talk, Cybernetics for the Masses. (via.) Here’s her essay for H+ “Scrapheap Transhumanism”: “I’m sort of inured to pain by this point. Anesthetic is illegal for people like me, so we learn to live without it; I’ve made scalpel incisions in my hands, pushed five-millimeter diameter needles through my skin, and once used a vegetable knife to carve a cavity into the tip of my index finger. I’m an idiot, but I’m an idiot working in the name of progress” And here’s the history of wetware. New gem from Zero books: Adam Kotsko’s Awkwardness Ian Bogost’s review. MSTRMND on ‘Star Wars’ prequels. In Defense of Dots: The lost art of comic books. Another multiple: my friend Jenny Davidson posted something about rereading Paul La Farge’s essay on D&D in the Believer within the same few minutes as I called on Twitter to help me find a guild.

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nicholaspatten: Fix iTunes and Other Slowdowns by Ditching Third-Party DNS Servers [Troubleshooting]. http://bit.ly/f7WVv8

The Blog in 2011: More Pictures, More Words

Clive Thompson’s latest column for Wired picks up on something I’ve noticed:

“I save the little stuff for Twitter and blog only when I have something big to say,” as blogger Anil Dash put it. It turns out readers prefer this: One survey found that the most popular blog posts today are the longest ones, 1,600 words on average.

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elbpdx: Interview with Peter Vesterbacka, maker of Angry Birds http://bit.ly/fQJ7Y8 65M min/day of play time on iPhone alone

Harnessing Entrepreneurial Manic-Depression: Making the Rollercoaster Work for You

This post really captures what the ride and the graphic, pasted below, hit home.

The crisis of meaning does pass and then the stage of informed optimism begins!

Searching For VC Term Sheets Prior To 1990

On the heels of all the noise around Groupon’s $100m financing at a $7.5b (billion) post valuation, I thought I’d put out a call for “old VC term sheets – prior to 1990.”

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“Our goal is to help make texting while driving as socially unacceptable as drinking and driving”

Upstairs Downstairs

Christmas in the Steerforth household has been a subdued affair. With impeccable timing, I came down with “swine flu” on Christmas Eve and have been upstairs in bed ever since.

Two days later, my wife started to sound like Fenella Fielding and began demanding paracodol.

She is now worse than me, although that may be the result of her decision to tackle the symptoms head on by drinking a bottle of wine. I have been more cautious, taking a few tentative sips of port, like a consumptive Victorian gentleman.

In all of this, my mother has been the heroine of the hour.

Like a special agent called out of retirement for one final mission, my mother has taken charge of the children, introducing them to the delights of white bread and egg and chips, whilst managing to make our kitchen look tidier than ever. It has been good for her and great for us.

During one of my more delirious moments, I began to feel as if my entire adult life had been an illusion and I was really back home, in Teddington, listening to my parents in the room below. As if on cue, my mother cleared her throat and the theme tune to “Upstairs Downstairs” boomed through the floorboards.

Later, my wife explained that it has returned for a new series (if you can call three episodes a series):

I caught up with the first episode on the BBC iPlayer and to my amazement, it wasn’t crap. Admittedly, Tom Stoppard’s son Ed wasn’t fantastic, playing the role of Sir Hallam Holland in the style of a regional sales manager for a chain of East Midlands car exhaust centres. But the rest of the cast were spot on (particularly the monkey) and it was particularly wonderful to see the return of Jean Marsh as Rose:

I can’t wait for the next series.

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