The content, the visual appeal, the marketing. What about payday? If you content worked out and people like it, you need to monetize that mofo. Take the love and allegiance you have built and convert that into some kind of revenue. Take a bow (collect the cash)-- or is that, tie a bow on it (get the money from the last mile of this exercise).
In general terms populations and their opinions are comparatively static. From one election to the next you can predict the outcome plus or minus a few percentage points. External factors usually change the status quo. Economics, scandal and external factors can nudge those percentage points around to change a politician's fortunes. Another way to change the election map is to put bigger numbers into the formula.
We hit some garage sales today. When I go to a garage sale, I don’t know what I’m going to find, but I go anyways. I was immediately reminded of some archetypes of people who show up for garage sales.
I like the idea of the future. The future has cool gadgets! Gadgets and thingees! How could I think the future will pay off and no take the F out of SF? How could I get a job writing about the science to come? Heck, I could become a futurist.
For most of my life, I have had to contend with cliques. It’s exhausting. Holy, did I end up with a lot of black outs, rules and riders on my social and professional interactions?
Iceland: A place like this feels like it has more opportunities for wonder: less tread upon by man and; more shadows where magic can spring from.
The content, the visual appeal, the marketing. What about payday? If you content worked out and people like it, you need to monetize that mofo. Take the love and allegiance you have built and convert that into some kind of revenue. Take a bow (collect the cash)-- or is that, tie a bow on it (get the money from the last mile of this exercise).
We hit some garage sales today. When I go to a garage sale, I don’t know what I’m going to find, but I go anyways. I was immediately reminded of some archetypes of people who show up for garage sales. 
A decade ago, our IT co-op in its last gasps of life tried to open a coworking space. It was a disaster.
I like the idea of the future. The future has cool gadgets! Gadgets and thingees! How could I think the future will pay off and no take the F out of SF? How could I get a job writing about the science to come? Heck, I could become a futurist.
Fifty-two weeks ago, we whacked an effigy filled with candy, then set it on fire. What do things look like one year later?
For most of my life, I have had to contend with cliques. It’s exhausting. Holy, did I end up with a lot of black outs, rules and riders on my social and professional interactions?
It's not an understatement that I have a different relationship with my mother.