Archive Report #815
Taking stock, Margins, The Fintstones, Bep Bop, A bridge too far
Legacy
In 20 years
Most of what we made
Either never got made
Or got unmade
The only thing that stood the test of time
Were the Senior Vice Presidents we helped get promoted
And the bonds we formed while applying balm to each other’s wounds
Found in the margins of a thought leader’s notebook
“How do we allow users to duplicate and entry without it feeling… duplicative?”
“Competence as a second language”
“Cultivate empathy”
Overheard
“IDK, it’s yabba dabba doo to me, holmes.”
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NOTE: The following is an excerpt from a Chick Brogan novel titled “Long I Waited, Ne’er You Brained.”
For an entire Summer Doug mistakenly believed he was a Libertarian, but it turned out he had merely enjoyed the movie Fight Club. This was fine with him because he’d had a bellyful of the local chapter meetings. Actually, it was the opposite problem. As far as he was concerned, the choice to not provide refreshments at the meetings, allowing members to either bring their own or remain unrefreshed, was not “respecting the right of each person to live their life as they choose,” it was poor event planning, and that was something Doug would not abide. The Founding Fathers could like it or lump it.
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