i think this is a more important conversation than we realize. today, we have the power of technology, unrivaled communication tools and more computing power available to us than ever before. but we get bogged down. and in our own way. the 'old way' of doing things befalls us...all the time. ALL.THE.TIME. think of the last time you thought a person shouldn't get ahead because they haven't 'put their time in.' working well is working responsively, quickly, adeptly no matter how much experience or hierarchy you have in your company. key element to success: hiring well so that the people every (metaphorical and literal) room are delivering the best final product: whatever your product is.
My friend Ashley wrote this rad piece on MindBodyGreen about the truth about multi-tasking (no surprise endings here, y'all: no one can do it well).
The new frontier on music development is upon us. My (future) children will be making music on instruments I've never dreamt about. And there seems like a lot of white space here for me to play in. (My favorite kind of place to make a mess in). #wontbewhiteforlong
^related: when did AppAnnie become like the Nielsen of apps and let me know when they're raising their next round? k, thanks, bye.
two people whose opinions matter deeply debate the issue of our time. just.hit.play.
Dirge Without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,— They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
"Dirge Without Music" by Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Collected Poems. © Harper Perennial, 2011.
my friend and former colleague, Brad Stone's book about Amazon but really about business and people.
and for all those curious about what ACTUAL books i'm reading - here's the latest screenshot of my iBook collection. send me yours!