Infinitely vast fields policed only by the population density of deer
When I was growing up I always had one foot out the door. I wanted to get out of that small rural farm town smack dab in the middle of the no where as quickly as possible. To get there you have to drive about thirty miles south of the halfway point between Chicago and Detroit down a strip of I-69 bounded by infinitely vast fields policed only by the population density of deer. To my ears, that just meant you were thirty miles south of being half way to anywhere that mattered.
He finally felt like he could say he was a full-stack developer
Last week I talked one of my closest friends from college, and before we ever had the chance to see each other in person he proudly proclaimed he finally felt like he could say he was a full-stack developer. We haven’t seen each other in years, but I was aware he had moved away a bit from being on the marketing/financial side of startups to the technology side based on the changes in his vernacular. Heck, he practically has the same title as me at the new startup he works for and I made my own title because I own the business!
All I could hear was generic bschool-kid garbage
I hadn’t seen my friend Joe
in four, maybe five years when we randomly ran into each other last winter. We began hanging out regularly and he would always bring up this one friend from his fraternity who he believed would be a great author for The Sexy Politico
(TSP). The Sexy Politico is a client of Argo Labs
, the business I confounded last July, but we’re not apart of the new author process; so we told him to have his friend email the Editor or Publisher at TSP to get started. Joe didn’t want that. Joe insisted either Marikha
or I have direct contact via phone, video, email, or whatever.