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synchronicity |ˌsi ng krəˈnisitē|

noun

1 the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection : such synchronicity is quite staggering.
2 another term for synchrony (sense 1).
ORIGIN 1950s: coined (in sense 1) by C. G. Jung.

Things are duplicated everywhere. Tweets in Tweetie, across computers and the iPhone. Google Reader and Buzz. Missed calls from Google Voice. Status indicators, badges, alerts, alarms. Duplications everywhere. It’s not enough that there’s too much – we duplicate things even when it’s not needed.

It’s more than that, and worse. Trawl github and you’ll find that people have implemented and re-implemented the same stuff over and over and over again. How can we do anything new, anything meaningful if we keep doing the same things over and over again?

“Where should I meet you?”

“Here, I’ll just share my location with you on Latitude, just navigate to me”

“Ok.”

“See you in a bit.”

A little weird, and a little awesome.

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Posted via web from Ryan’s posterous

marketing and media make it difficult for me to focus on things that don’t exist yet. the more i see things that exist or things that are being made, the harder it is to think of new things, fresh things, that aren’t yet in existence.

i think partly because i get excited about what i see coming to market. and partly because the more you see the way other people think thinsg are, the more you become convinced that’s the path to go.

i think that’s why there are so few revolutionary shifts in already existing technologies. the ones that do exist do so in the realm of art.

“By inverting this list, we can get a portrait of the “normal” world. It’s populated by people who talk a lot with one another as they work slowly but harmoniously on conservative, expensive projects whose destinations are decided in advance, and who carefully adjust their manner to reflect their position in the hierarchy.”

http://www.paulgraham.com/kate.html

Apparently I am bizarre, because I am the one person in the history of mankind who liked Clippy.

You know, the paper clip in Microsoft’s Word. Whenever I needed him most, he’d appear. Yes, I AM composing a letter! Thank you!

I’m a believer in personal agents. I think the people who had the foresight to see them coming have been oddly silent lately.

It feels like the signal to noise ratio of the world has decreased significantly over the past several years. Not just in terms of communications volume, but also what it is that people have to contribute.

Navigating a world like this should prove to be exceedingly difficult unless we start figuring out what we need to do to keep our interaction with the world manageable.

Entire microcosms are coming into existence around wholly useless memes. Meme viruses manifest themselves as links that get sent around, singlehandedly destroying time and brain cycles. It’s not just about productivity any more either, it’s quality of life.

It’s old news by now, but I’m going to post it just so I remember it later.

Ill tell you what I learned from Bobby Knight: everybody’s got the will to win but when it comes time to doing something, it’s always about someone else. Not many people have the will to prepare. You got to be willing to know your product and environment better than anybody. No matter what you do there is someone out there trying to kick your ass. You got to be the smartest guy in the room about your product. Then you need to have a revenue source. You need a company with a revenue to make money. Concept, competition, and where the money is — plus something you love doing. I’ve never had a day of work. When I die I want to come back as me.

taken from the
Mark Cuban interview at the TC50

recently i went digging through old memories. and i realized that there are critical periods of my life from which i seem to have few recorded memories. my life stream is absent – only true biological memories are easily accessible.

no doubt i could dig through the past if i wanted to – but why take the time?

i’ve made a promise to myself to take more pictures, video, and capture more memories.

the mundane ones, the not-special ones – those memories are by far most precious.