Yesterday I experienced the BEST commercial flight of my LIFE.
Yes, the BEST flight of my ENTIRE LIFE.
I was flying down SF to be with Arry.
Here is how it went down:
The queue at security theater check-in was shorter than usual.
The plane HALF full.
I did NOT have to fight over overhead space.
I had the ENTIRE row to myself.
I got to see a beautiful sunset.
Enjoyed a COLD Alaskan Amber. (a very appropriate beer for Alaska Air)
I got a HOT coffee with LOTS of cream and LOTS of sugar.
Consumed some amazing HOMEMADE 김밥(gimbap) from Mama Yu
And then an EARLY arrival.
If this is a taste of what a private jet experience is like, then now I finally understand!
It's no wonder that Yuri Orlov was able to woo Ava Fontaine!
Looking forward to an AWESOME WEEKEND of baby unicorn watching...
* more on Security Theater
* * more on 500 Startups
* * * GiftStarter was fortunate to be in Batch14 in SF.
I have a few interesting stories from my days at Florida Grocery.
One day a new hispanic immigrant came in. He had a fairly thick accent, but I could still understand him. I think he was Mexican. Regardless, he came up to the register and kept looking behind me and stammering around a bit. He looked a little bit nervous.
Then he said “condom please."
It was just me alone, and there was no line, and the store was empty, so I figured I would have some fun with him.
Since all the condoms were hung up behind me like they always are at so many convenience stores across America, I pivoted around ninety degrees and waved my hand towards the array of condoms hung up behind me like an excited Vanna White opening an 'X'.
I said “Which one?"
He shifted back and forth between his feet. He timidly looked up. Looked down. Left. And right. Then he looked down a bit, averting eye contact and pulling out his wallet.
Jeez dude! I was so shocked. I was laughing inside, but I wasn’t expecting the guy to say anything. I figured he would just point at the most sexy looking latex and that would be it. But man! Holy cow! I felt really bad about putting him on the spot… but then I couldn’t stop laughing after he left the store.
This story still makes me chuckle when I’m sitting alone with wandering thoughts... poor guy...
Some boys waste their entire adolescent lives and then some of their adult lives trying to figure out what they're doing in the world.
I'm here to tell you what the majority of your adult live is all about. It's crystal, succinct, and simple.
Your main purpose to:
1. Get paid.
2. Get laid.
3. Get fed.
It doesn't have to go in that order, but it usually does. #2 and #3 *usually* happen after #1. Because a broke ass ninja with no job ain't gonna be getting no girlfriend. Without a job, you might be a suave, psychopathic smooth talker who finds a girl who is almost as much of a loser as you are who will stick around for a while to satisfy #2. But eventually when you ain't even got enough money to feed the both of you some Taco Bell, she'll find a new charming loser.
And again, if you ain't getting #1, you ain't gonna be feeding yourself some ribeye steaks with grilled asparagus and a baked potato loaded with butter and chives with a side helping of butter chipotle corn. You gonna be eating cereal at your parents house, or PBJ sandwiches on the floor of your best friends apt before you get kicked out.
Solve for #1, then #3 means you sustain life with calories of some kind, and you can probably keep a roof over your head.
And even if you're as socially retarded as I am, #2 will eventually work itself out.
In an ever tiresome fact of life, the more #1 you get, the easier it is to get #2.
I switched from my 64GB 5s to the 128GB 6s this past week. It was a welcome upgrade. The horsepower upgrade was much needed. But man it's been a hassle. There was so much customization I had done to my old phone, getting my new one up to par was not that pleasant.
To get started about one bug that seriously impaired my ability to use the massive 64GB I previously had...
Somehow on my old 5s, between my MBP Pro syncs with iPhoto, Photos, iTunes, and some mysterious ghosts in the machine, I had something like 50GB in "other data". In case you are not familiar with this "other data" shit, it takes up room on your iPhone and impairs your ability to use the storage space. You can't get rid of this other data easily. It just sits there like a lincoln log in your toilet bowl that won't flush. You can see it. It's just sitting there. But you can't get rid of it by trying a normal flush. No amount of flushing gets it gone. You have resort to extreme measures. And I'm the guy that pours over tech msg boards looking for answers. I'm the guy at work who fixes his own machine and everyone else's PC issues faster and better than my own IT dept can.
The only way to get rid of it is to do an ENTIRE PHONE WIPE then RESTORE from scratch. It sucks. You can't backup and restore because you'll just be backing up the useless zombie data and then restoring it back to the phone. It sucks. Completely WIPE then RESTORE is the only way. It sucks.
To partially solve for this iphone storage bug, what I need is a #superuser #godmode app that will systematically seek out and destroy apps that have not been opened in 6mo*. Think about how many apps are sitting on your phone that haven't been touched in months. They are sitting there, doing god knows what, sending/receiving god knows what to the app maker and Apple, constantly chewing up the radio waves with updates, chewing up your precious data plan, and lastly chewing up that damn storage on your phone. This #madness must end. Not sure how I'm going to handle future phone upgrades if this #zombieData issue persists in my 6s over the next 2yrs.
*you set your own expiration timer.
It's Hatching Twitter, y'all!. I read it a long time ago. Well, at least a long time ago in Internet time. And the subtitle of the story is very fitting to what the book describes about how #twitter was invented, how it evolved, and what it formed into as of early 2014: "A true story of money, power, friendship, and betrayal."
Full disclosure: I was a shareholder. I bought shares on the open market in March of 2014. I'm not a baller, shot caller like @sacca who was involved in the early days. He was so passionate about the company he wrote this novella blog post about it. Well, that wasn't enough and there was yet more passion about the company so he wrote this sequel.
Anyways, I lost my ass in $TWTR (> -25%) after they had a shitty earnings report in late April 2015:
I cut my losses a couple of days after the cratering. And I'll probably never trade it again. It's too damaged and too dysfunctional. All companies are dysfunctional, BTW (a note to self about future blurb I'll do).
As of this writing, Jack Dorsey (one of the co-founders, aka @jack) was recently placed into the CEO position again, and the stock is showing some life, but I still think it's totally a #POS stock. Ironically, I have grown very fond of the service in the last couple of years. I am @LuggageDonkey. My fondness is very, very, EXTREMELY, inversely proportionate to the performance of the stock, haha. Okay, enough of my "I lost money in twitter stock" crybaby rant. Twitter is probably going to be around for a very, very, very long time in some way, shape or form. If you status on #fb, but don't tweet, you probably will some day.
So to get to the true meat of this post, above is what I visualized as I read the book. The way the formation of and evolution of it was described by Nick Bilton, it showed all kinds of friends and colleagues stabbing each other in the back, attacking each other, and defending oneself whenever possible as they struggled like crazy to keep the hyper growth site up and running and away from the #FailWhale. In fact, #FailWhale is now a permanent part of the interwebs lexicon.
I appreciated his opening remarks about the definition of "history".
I used a single arrow to depict "attack/coach/undermine/manipulate" all at once because that's the way it is... in some ways it shows the essence of the old phrase shit rolls down hill.
Double arrows shows attack and defense simultaneously between parties. It's a battle.
The business world can be war sometimes. It can even be hellish. In the early days of Twitter there were lots of tears shed, and barf puked by grown men.
It was a hyper growth power struggle amongst some very smart ambitious young guys, and some very smart ambitious investor guys in the formation of one of the most critical social media companies of our time whose story is ever evolving as we speak.
Thanks Nick for a great read!
p.s. I am WAY behind this month in production. I think I am still meeting my blog-at-least-once-per-week goal. But it's getting harder lately to produce product. I have NO IDEA how some guys do this every single day. I am confident that I'll finish the year blogging on average at least once per week. And by then it will have become such a #habit that I'll be doing it for a very, very, very long time.
My name is Dae Yu.