Notes to Self


Note to Self:

Don’t mistake someone having internet access for someone worth listening to. They don’t often overlap.

 

Note to Self:

Make a habit of resurrecting long-dead web entities in an effort to stave off boredom.

 

Note to Self:

No one owes you anything.

 

Note to Self:

Sit up straight. You are an adult; look like one in public.

 

Note to Self:

Any ambition that doesn’t ultimately terminate on helping people is vain conceit and selfish living.

 

Note to Self:

The international airport terminal is like all the people-watching amazingness you’ve ever experienced…times a billion.

 

Note to Self:

When planning, measure road trips in miles, not in how long they took you to drive in college (when you thought of speed limits as suggestions for old people.)

 

Note to Self:

The size of your collection of screenprinted t-shirts should be roughly proportional to your ability to grow hair on your head.

 

Note to Self:

Phlebotomy is a fun word to say. Just try it. Phhhhllleeeebotomy. It really rolls off the veins.

 

Note to Self:

Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead.

 

Note to Self:

Summer evenings spent outdoors are lovely, but bring with them the welcome relaxation vs. being willing mosquito food conundrum.

 

Note to Self:

Flying under the influence of breakfast burrito is to be avoided.

 

Note to Self:

Do not, under any circumstances, feel obligated to follow, friend or otherwise entertain people on various social web applications and sites simply because you know them. If they don’t add considerable value/wisdom/laughter to your day, e-ditch ‘em without a wince.

 

Note to Self:

When the Internet is boring, stop relentlessly refreshing RSS feeds and make something, dammit.

 

Note to Self:

Three day, two night beach vacations are about 24 hours away from absolute bi-monthly perfection. Book accordingly.