- do everything and dont cost a damn penny,
- be serious and funny,
- be humble but confident,
- have tact but be honest,
- be accepting when no one is,
- be chill but super-efficient,
- be yourself, but do as you're told, you get the pattern...
- Search: it was the first step in the big cloud that was not so big back in the days (but was hard to find anything because it was so clunky), but now it has grown like crazy. Google arrived with a different approach and it worked, simple but efficient.
- Emails: second step : communication. Again, Google is not the first on that, but they actually make their product and evolve it with time, solving problems that other would have and did not thought it was worth fixing: hotmail dealing with spam is not the only example, but it's the most obvious.
- Docs: I was not so "early-adopter" back in the days, but I started to use Google Docs from 2006 (that's amazing how much data you can find from early days) and here again, they pushed the technology to next step and let you deal with docs, sheets, slides and more, from anywhere, bring collaboration and simplify the use at the same time, all that for free. I think that Microsoft, that was the main player before all that, has just started to pivote.. which, after 10 years, means you missed the boat.. but based on so much data lost, the inability to have your own products able to open your own files, you wont be missed (you havent since I left you)
- Mobile: Apple has been the one starting the deployment of smart-phones to the non-techy people. But after few years of new iDevices, they seems to lack evolution, while on the other side, Google is joining the race and is now doing better phones and way better OS thanks to Android. With the Play Store offering a simpler way of browsing and consuming digital content, and a design that evolve slightly but continuously, Android doesn't envy anything to iOS anymore.
- Social: and here's another example, while FB has been messing around for 10 years, G+ is becoming more and more busy, not only it does what FB does, but it does it in a more reliable way, with a better UI, more features, and putting together all their services, while FB is fragmenting more and more its messengers and platforms, and trying to keep up with Hangouts' video chat with 10 people or voice calls (integration of Google Voice)
You know what?! I should have started that long time ago! But.... Better late than never, I'll start sharing funny expression that I get to know!
Today's one is "butter fingers" which means that you're dropping things a bit too much.. How weird but relevant is that! It's seems to be a Canadian thing :)
En français les enfants!
En gros l'expression "butter finger", traduisez "doigts de beurre" vous décrit comme qq'un qui échappe un trop souvent ce que vous avez dans les mains :) a priori c'est une expression canadienne ;) merci Nicole :)
Anyway.. I went there because I wanted to see a shipwreck being there for over 40 years. The ship itself was made in 1941, and went to war shortly after the construction has been finished.
It's a cute walk, easy to get there by train and to get to the park. I guess not so many people get there, especially during autumn, so it was a bit empty, but more enjoyable from my point of view :)
I got a coffee and a wrap and then walked toward the wreck. You can see birds and spiders all along the way. Quite fresh but so enjoyable because of the warn sun! Few people were riding their bikes, such a good place for that!
J'ai découvert ça il y a quelques semaines.. Je pense que c'est a garder en tête.. Même si c'est pas toujours facile dans la vie de tous les jours..
Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little
paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily
wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone.
Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the
library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily
I came to your bedside.
There are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross
to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because
you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to
task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when
you threw some of your things on the floor.
At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You
gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You
spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off
to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand
and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in
reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"
Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came
up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles.
There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before
your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house.
Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would
be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!
Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how
you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes?
When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption,
you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.
You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge,
and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your
small arms tightended with an affection that God had set
blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither.
And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.
Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped
from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What
has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of
reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It
was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too
much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own
And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your
character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn
itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous
impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters
tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and
I have knelt there, ashamed!
It is feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these
things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But
tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer
when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my
tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it
were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!"
I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you
now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are
still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your
head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.
The spot festival is a nice way to discover another suburb, and a cute neighbourhood still in the eastern suburbs of Sydney, it's basically right up the hill from Coogee.
The festival is on one of the first sunday of March every year, check the date online, it's always different!
There are plenty of different shops that setup a stand in the street, there are some dance and music shows. Great to get a beer or a coffee at +Bianco Nero Espresso Randwick after a quick swim at Coogee beach :)
We are used to that kind of shit for quite a long time now... ads in your mailbox, ads in your email inbox... why does some companies still do that, when some other fights against spams, and most of "customers" throw the papers directly to the garbage ?
When will they understand that it cost them more money and give them a bad reputation to do a bad advertisement campaign, rather than a good and smart one ?
I though about that when seeing this shared article, Twitter spamming your account to finally make some money ? no thank you
Oh you, smart people, paid a lot, when will you understand ?
After living in Québec, I've found that things were easier, find a flat, a job, go out, restaurants, open a bank account (yeah 15 minutes with no rendez-vous and it's done) ect... and then I moved to Australia.. and there same experience : easy, a bit expensive because of the currency, but we cant control that, and it's not aussies' fault, neither the government's (just the american's one finally lol)
And there, traveling a bit, while in Alice Springs, that question comes to me ! is that my fault ? our fault ?
It though about that when I was wondering how so many french people were able to travel that much if they dont have any cash ? because there are french people everywhere !!! even in Alice springs, lost place in the middle of the furthest country ever ! please explain me how !
So yeah in my mind, it's the society's fault, governments', whatever... but could it be just a perception's issue ?
Is my biggest challenge, if I go back to France, would be to deal with problems the same way I did in Canada and Australia ?
What do you think ? Just being far from France that long made me forget problems (what i though it was the first times i went back) or did it makes me realize that I could play with my own rules ?