Yesterday marked the 230th anniversary of the 1st shipment of Veuve Clicquot Champagne to the United States, which was first ordered by a Frenchman living in Philadelphia who was familiar with the excellent sparkling wines from the Champagne region of France… what else would you expect from…
It’s simple. We believe that we are building the best company in the world to work for. But, in the end, everyone has a choice as to where they want to work. We want people who choose Fab.com. Fab.com is a career lifestyle decision. We’re confident about our ability to attract and retain the best.
I’ve always bristled at companies that get overly defensive about “poaching.” More often than not, I’ve found it comes off as a lack of confidence in the working environment they’re designing. People are adults and can (and should!!) make these kinds of decisions for themselves. The burden is on you, the employer, to create an environment people want to work in. Granted, things could not be going better for Fab these days (and that certainly plays a big role), but It’s refreshing to see Jason publicly have the confidence in what he and his team are building.
I walked away from a family member I love deeply this past year. Because as much as I loved that person, I recognized that no matter what I did - she was always going to find fault with me. Always. And let there be no doubt - I wasn’t perfect by any means.
But after years and years of pure unadulterated drama, I realized that she simply didn’t like me. She loved me because I was family. But she didn’t like me. No matter what I did or didn’t do, our relationship was toxic. For both of us. And as I kept reflecting upon what someone told me in college - there are some people who will never be happy no matter what you do and you have to choose how much effort you want to put in that relationship. And I realized how much energy I had spent, how I cried nearly every time I drove to her house, how much her truly passive aggressive behavior had affected me over the years and how many times she had walked away from me. And this time I left. I walked away completely without an explanation. "We need to quit poisoning ourselves with vitriol."
Some people just make you feel bad. The way you can wake up smelling like some half-rate casino and think to yourself I don’t want to do this anymore, you can feel that way about people, and the worst part is that you can’t extinguish them, you can’t smother their head into an ashtray or make them someone else’s problem.
It’s in our nature to not want to give up, especially not on people; fragile, harmless people – we all just mean well, don’t we? Don’t we all just want to be happy? Don’t the things we do to achieve that happiness, the things that tear us apart from one another – aren’t those the things that make us similar? Aren’t people inherently good? Maybe. But what does it matter if that goodness is not reserved for you? What if all you extract from a person is negativity? How do we justify allowing ourselves to feel badly because someone may or may not be redeemable?
We don’t always recognize when someone is bad for us, but sometimes we do. Sometimes we become all-consumed by the disgust that’s bred from this idea that we allow hate to affect us so deeply. People create art because of it. It can drive us; it can turn us into something we’re not. And even though it’s ugly, it’s addictive. We become addicted to toxicity.
And in that case, it’s good to give up. It’s good to fight against the cancer growing inside of us by neglecting to feed it. We have to starve it into submission, forgo the efforts that help it grow. The brooding and the anguish, bury it. Extinguish whatever it is that’s making us feel badly and worry about ourselves. We need to quit allowing something that’s decidedly negative to drive our actions, our moods. We need to quit poisoning ourselves with vitriol.
In the newspaper industry there is a common practice for obituaries called “preparedness.” It’s the practice of writing an obituary in advance for prominent figures so newspapers are prepared to share the facts of their life immediately after they pass. Britney Spears, Barack Obama and (of course) Steve Jobs have prepared obituaries.
In real life there is no such thing as preparedness. Whether we know death is imminent or a complete surprise, there is nothing that can prepare you for the loss of someone you love. Even if you loved them only from afar.
While we don’t get preparedness, we do get reminders from time to time on just exactly how short life is and how meaningful we can make it for ourselves and others. I know If I look in the mirror tomorrow and ask myself if Thursday were the last day of my life, would I spend it the way my calendar has planned for me the answer would be a resounding no.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
“There is nobody in this country who got rich on his own. Nobody. You built a factory out there — good for you. But I want to be clear. You moved your goods to market on the roads the rest of us paid for. You hired workers the rest of us paid to educate. You were safe in your factory because of police forces and fire forces that the rest of us paid for. You didn’t have to worry that maurauding bands would come and seize everything at your factory… Now look. You built a factory and it turned into something terrific or a great idea — God Bless! Keep a Big Hunk of it. But part of the underlying social contract is you take a hunk of that and pay forward for the next kid who comes along.”—Elizabeth Warren (via jacobjoaquin)
I worry (as someone who was an adult in the 1960s) that young people will see The Playboy Club and think that this is what life was like back then and that Hefner, as he also says in his weird, creepy voice-over, was in fact “changing the world, one Bunny at a time.”
So I would like to say this:
1. Trust me, no one wanted to be a Bunny.
2. A Bunny’s life was essentially that of an underpaid waitress forced to wear a tight costume.
“the way you show up in the world (a reminder for myself)”—
“…….we believe we are not making a difference. But making a difference is really about the way you show up in the world every day. In fact, know it or not, like it or not, you’re already making a difference by your presence. It may be a good difference or a bad difference, a large difference or a small difference, but you had an effect on everyone who saw you, felt you, or heard you today. So the question is not whether you can make a difference, but what kind of difference are you making?”
"You’re in a hallway waiting for an elevator late at night. Elevator door opens, and there’s a guy inside, and he makes you afraid. You don’t know why, you don’t know what it is. Some memory of this building—whatever it may be. And many women will stand there and look at that guy and say, ‘Oh, I don’t want to think like that. I don’t want to be the kind of person who lets the door close in his face. I’ve got to be nice. I don’t want him to think I’m not nice.’ And so human beings will get into a steel soundproof chamber with someone they’re afraid of, and there’s not another animal in nature that would even consider it."
I read this book 10 years ago, and it forever changed how I felt about my safety. I cross the road, and I don’t care if it’s rude or not.
“Hermione is not Chosen. That’s the best thing about her. Hermione is a hero because she decides to be a hero; she’s brave, she’s principled, she works hard, and she never apologizes for the fact that her goal is to be very, extremely good at this whole “wizard” deal. Just as Hermione’s origins are nothing special, we’re left with the impression that her much-vaunted intelligence might not be anything special, on its own. But Hermione is never comfortable with relying on her “gifts” to get by. There’s no prophecy assuring her importance; the only way for Hermione to have the life she wants is to work for it. So Hermione Granger, generation-defining role model, works her adorable British ass off for seven straight books in a row. Although she deals with the slings and arrows of any coming-of-age tale — being told that she’s “bossy,” stuck-up, boring, “annoying,” etc — she’s too strong to let that stop her.”—
After months of toiling on my Ducati she is finally ready for the Alaska Trip. I have made several long rides on this bike before but this one being the most demanding I have had to adapt the bike significantly.
The bike is a 2005 Ducati Multistrada 1000s, now running with piaa 510 front…
I used to be interesting. I used to do things like quit my job and go to Europe. Then I got a job, got busy and got boring. I thought if I started using Tumblr again I’d start doing interesting things again.
If you have any ideas on fun things to do in Colorado, let me know.