The Atlantic published recently some great historical (as of this writing) essays about two staples of the Internet: pop-up ads and email (aka “cockroach”).
I published recently a post about smart phone apps needing better offline modes given the poor reliability of wireless signals, especially in major cities like New York.
Some commuter friends from Jersey and Philly were lamenting how New York City’s Pennsylvania Station, once among the world’s grandest railroad stations, had become the Seventh Circle of Hell.
Laura and the kids are pretty good about orchestrating Father’s Day surprises filled with Americana.
Only Costco has fans like this “Costco Man!” This is Ron Susi sporting a shirt his wife made for him on his birthday, to commemorate his Costco dedication.
Tiffany filed a lawsuit against Costco this past Valentine’s Day, claiming the membership warehouse club sold diamond engagement rings falsely marketed in stores using the Tiffany name.
As I’ve said many times, maritime nonfiction satisfies my craving for a time when men were really men – not softies like most men today, with their smart phones, tablet computers, paper cuts, cubicles, facial lotions and pedicures. Maritime nonfiction, particularly stories of the great explorers, provide far more compelling lessons on leadership and self-actualization than any contemporary business or psychology books.
Movember has officially begun, the worldwide campaign to raise awareness and funding for male cancer research.
This Halloween was almost nonexistent in our New York City suburb, as the entire region was recovering from the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy.
It’s a day after Hurricane Sandy hit the Northeast, including our New York City suburb of Pelham Manor.