This is
the personal
weblog of
Josh Holloway.
The venerable Dr. Drang agrees with me — now that Twitter is forcing t.co shortening on all links, short URL services like bit.ly are not only unnecessary, but at some level they harm the Twitter ecosystem.
Windows Explorer interface in Windows 8. It’s almost like Microsoft is trying so hard to not copy Apple that they think their only choice is to do a complete 180º.
Source: blogs.msdn.com
Salesforce CEO Mark Benioff on Steve Jobs. I won’t spoil it for you, but it’s an awesome story.
Grant Alan Tummins was born last night at 9:05 PM, on the same day that Steve Jobs resigned as CEO of Apple Inc. Though the two have little to do with each other, Grant’s birth and the photo above taught me a lot about the world that Jobs has helped create.
Apple didn’t invent personal computers or screens or keyboards, but they always strived to be better at making them, and they pushed others to be better as well.
We can’t say what would or would not have happened if Apple hadn’t created the Macintosh, the iPod, the iPhone, or the iPad. But I think it’s safe to say that the world is a better place because of the technology Apple has created and inspired.
I’m talking about technology that lets us create works of art.
Technology that connects us with people across the world.
Technology that leaves this world better than when we found it.
Technology that allows us to see the face of a newborn baby even if we can’t touch him or hold him.
Steve Jobs built a company that has invented a future worthy of our wildest imaginations. And you know what that is?
Magical.
—via parislemon
Source: brajeshwar.com
This is only a test.
I wrote a tiny, elegant program in Ruby. It presents a prompt where you can enter any number of strings, and when you’re done it returns those strings back to you in alphabetical order.
array = []
item = nil
while item != ''
item = gets.chomp
array.push item
end
puts array.sort
Hey, it’s not much, but it’s progress. Anyone know how to make this code more efficient?
In English, we often use “or” to mean “one or the other, but not both.” For example, your mom might say, “For dessert, you can have pie or cake.” She did not mean you could have them both! A computer, on the other hand, uses || to mean “one or the other, or both.” (Another way of saying it is “at least one of these is true.”) This is why computers are more fun than moms.
— Chris Pine, “Learn to Program”
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living.
And since that first breath, we’ll need grace that we’ve never given.
I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts, and it’s not only when these eyes are closed.
These lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, but they hold this ship together, tossed like leaves in this weather.
And my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better — but it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…
So I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, to sail these blood-red seas and find your coasts. Don’t let these waves wash away your hopes.
This warship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors.
Pulling fistfuls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors, but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board, washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores.
So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach.
Come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever.
We only have what we remember.
I am the barely-living son of a woman and man who barely made it, but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts.
We all have the same holes in our hearts… everything falls apart at the exact same time that it all comes together perfectly for the next step.
But my fear is this prison that I keep locked below the main deck. I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden.
And my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right, but they’re heavy and I’m awkward… always running out of fight.
So I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship, hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks, because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam, lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea.
So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach.
Come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever.
We only have what we remember.
My throat, it still tastes like house fire and salt water.
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea.
If we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep.
All these machines will rust, I promise, but we’ll still be electric, shocking each other back to life.
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected, our bones grown together inside, our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided, our spines grown stronger in time.
Because our church is made out of shipwrecks from every hull these rocks have claimed, but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change.
So come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach.
Come on and sew us together, we’re just tattered rags stained forever.
We only have what we remember.
— Listener, “Wooden Heart”
