I entered this contest, if for nothing else than to promote Cameron's beautiful work.
Also, winning is EVERYTHING IN LIFE.Permalink
I tend not to share anything personal here on the Futon. I mean, that time I got caught making out with my best friends girl... awkward. But I'm over that, and Jesse is too. Pause. So anyways, this site has been harder and harder to write on because I'm less and less cynical these days. Why? Well, let's take it back to the beginning: most of this blog was written while I worked at Palm. The hilarity in that statement should be self evident. There is no better fodder for the Futon than mind numbingly boring work on incredibly behind the market products (from a company that forgot what innovation was all about). So, the point of this is, I'm writing elsewhere these days. A new blog, called Es Bueno. Check it out, grab a feed. It's not funny, but then again, neither was this place. Countach.Permalink
There is a lot of injustice in our world. In fact, that's why I haven't written on The Futon in a while, I've been off fighting injustice. Doing my part to free people literally trapped in slavery working for less than a dollar a day. It was a tough dilemma for me, because here I am, like super-hero to the masses you know, and I feel like I should just fly on over, kick some bad dude butt, rescue little kids, kick some more bad dude butt, maybe put in a clean water well or two, and then zoom back before dinner. But my cape got "lost" at the dry cleaners, and I simply refuse to fly without it.
Then I heard about Trade as One. They are doing all that rad life saving stuff without a cape. All by focusing their efforts into buying Fair Trade goods. Brilliant idea, I love it. Head on over there, check it out. Do your part.
There is just one thing... Trade as One? What kinda name is that? I mean, why not Trade as Twenty Nine, or Trade as One Hundred Forty Two. Everyone knows the bigger the number the better. I don't know how that one got past marketing.Permalink
I've always wanted to be a member of a climbing party. You know, a group of folks who climb up some big ol hill where it's real cold and windy, but still extremely hot because you're so close to the motherfuton sun and you eat dehydrated food and are always nauseous because of altitude sickness and you're always like rubbing your feet and they're kinda smelly, oh and then when you get to the top you hug these strangers because you've accomplished a lifelong dream of reaching the summit of said hill. I just think the camaraderie would be pretty sweet.
It would also be pretty awesome when you were just about to reach the summit, when all of the sudden, your new comrade has fallen (and seemingly can't get up) but everyone just decides to leave him there to die. Screw camaraderie now, last one to the top has to smell my socks.Permalink