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Picard humor almost always gets a reblog. Source: stevenhumour.com
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… often you end up with a better product when you take your time to get all the big and small details just right. It’s time well-spent. via Cameron Moll; For Non-Startups, Things Just Take Time
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Crazy UI Idea: Our Phones Should Speak In Vibrated Text | Co.Design I would probably use this option more than a ring. Especially since my phone sits on my desk most of the day. The “sound” would be passed through the surface instead of being right against my leg. Source: fastcodesign.com
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17x17x17 Rubik’s Cube style puzzle Source: fastcodesign.com
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Worst Movie Ending Ever
“Next time we meet I want to tell you something I do know about; how to make inordinate amounts of money in the world of business.” Worst Movie Ending Ever
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You do not stand [a child] up for the first time and say “Walk,” and then punish them when they fall. You praise them for standing on their own. And when they take one step apprehensively, you praise them again, and the child continues to makes progress until they are capable of walking unaided. Professional…
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Update: New Site and Logo. Still Coming Soon, Though.
A quick update from the minds behind Persimmon & Co. to wrap up your week. Via persimmonandcompany: It’s not that we’ve forgotten to tell you all that we’re doing. It’s just that we’ve been really busy making some new friends. And, we’ve been working on a beautiful new logo with the help of a couple of old…
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One Year, 52 Songs.: Song 4 – ‘Tis Not That I Did Choose Thee
Tis not that I did chose thee by joeday via 52songs: http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F9727776&show_comments=true&auto_play=false&color=ff7700 Tis not that I did chose thee by joeday This hymn was originally written in 1838 by Josiah Conder. All the arrangements I’ve heard seem to lean toward country in a 2:4, upbeat kind of structure; I’ve certainly arranged it that way. If I’m not mistaken Tim…
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culturalsavage: Truth.
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She’s got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain. Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I’d hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by. Sweet…