So this happened…
We’ve officially lost our minds.
So this happened…
We’ve officially lost our minds.
The active volcanos on Hawaii’s big island continue erupting, today’s being one of the more violent episodes.
Hawaii volcano eruption: Latest pictures of Kilauea volcano eruption http://shr.gs/a7PBwAe
Linkin Park’s Chester Bennington was found hanging in a house in Los Angeles this morning at 9:00am from an apparent suicide.
Chris Cornell, the front man for Soundgarden, Audioslave, and Temple of the Dog committed suicide by hanging today.
It’s official, we closed on our house today! Benton, Beth and I will move into the beauty below toward the middle of the month. I couldn’t be more excited about it, the neighborhood, and getting to watch the Man grow up in this part of the world.
Benton had his first dentist appointment today. He loved running around the office, but he wasn’t really about that “let me check your teeth”, life.
We went under contract on a new home today … we close March 1st, assuming all goes according to plan!
With rain pouring down and a full U-Haul truck and trailer, Beth, Benton and I said goodbye to San Francisco and observed it in our rearview mirror as we drove over the Bay Bridge for the last time as residents of California.
It was a wonderful almost five years in the Bay, and while we both met a ton of wonderful people, we’re both ready for the next chapter in life.
Thanks for everything San Francisco – we’ll try to keep in touch – you will be missed.
Benton turned one today – it’s hard to believe that it’s been an entire year since this little guy blessed our lives.
We were lucky enough to have a sizable group of friends join us in San Francisco before we said goodbye to the beautiful city.
And we had a great turnout from our families visit Denver a few short days after our arrival.
I recently watched Fuck Drop Downs, a wonderfully put together presentation about a dying UI element. If you haven’t watched it, I highly recommend it. Eric Campbell and Golden Krishna exemplify what presenting should be, so it’s worth watching even if you don’t know or care about what a drop down is.
Since watching it, I’ve noticed I’m pushing myself to use elements that might make more sense than a drop down in many cases. So, thanks for that you two.
I’ve also found myself taking a particularly keen notice to drop downs across the internet, albeit on desktop, mobile, iPad, etc.
While filling out an application for a new apartment for Benton, Beth and I, I came across this beaut. The ol’ “you can’t choose your actual birth month until you take the second step of choosing your birth year.”
It makes total sense.
And while this isn’t a drop down, I thought I’d leave it here as it was part of the same flow a screen or two later.
Yep, that checkbox is inactive, yet checked. It looks like I’ll be clicking an unsubscribe link sometime in the near future. #SMH
Ugh, you officially caught your first case of pink eye. Mom took you to see Sara and sure enough, she confirmed it. I don’t think I’ve ever had conjunctivitis, so I can’t say that I know what you’re going through. What I can say is how awesome it is to see you still smiling, laughing, and running around despite your beautiful eyeballs being nearly glued shut.
Here’s to hoping the eyedrops you hate nip it in the bud and it doesn’t last too long.
Love you buddy,
One of the best things I’ve ever seen; you in a backpack, strapped to your mother’s (and my) back.
We hadn’t been to Yosemite yet, despite having lived in the great state of California for over four years. We figured there’s no better time to see it than an impromptu trip in August.
We were wrong. Not only are the waterfalls not nearly as spectacular, but it’s also remarkably hot. Something that you took exception to (I don’t blame you, you run hot like your old man).
Despite that though, you were a champion, the whole trip, with ne’er a cry or peep, and Yosemite was still as beautiful as I imagined it. Below are a few pics. I’m sure you’ll see the entire album at some point when you’re older when your mother or I show you those boooooring family trips and such when you were a babe.
Love you buddy,
Mixpanel had their annual summer BBQ today. It was a blast, and you were a hit (as usual).
Love you buddy,
Today you made a joint art project with the rest of the Pond Koi. I may be a bit biased, but your piece of it is definitely the best.
Love you buddy, Dad.
You missed the music session today cause you were sleeping, which is totally understandable. You’ve been a bit stuffy and under the weather as of late. Being around all of those other little ones has got your immune system all outta whack.
After you woke up, the teachers said you hung out on your tummy for a bit while you explored the instruments. You’re learning so much. I’m proud of you little man. Mom and I will see you in a bit.
It was Benton’s first Valentine’s Day. The awesome teachers over at the day care had all of the kids make presents for their parents. Here’s what Benton made for me and Beth. On the back it says, “I love you mom and dad.”
I love you too, Benton. So much.
This week was Benton’s second at Bright Horizon’s day care. He’s adjusting well and seems to really enjoy being around the other kids. Each day they have him doing something a new to help them with development. Today Celsa helped him play with the Dot Dot Marker. #MELTING
Building a trustworthy design process - Julie Zhuo
The Redesign of the Design Process – Jared Spool
The Design Process: A Pyramid – William Newton
How to do a Product Critique – Julie Zhuo
Benton laughed today for the first time. It was epic.
We started off the day visiting the Winchester Mansion in San Jose. What a fascinating lady and place.
We then took Benton to his first Huskers game today in Santa Clara, CA. Nebraska squared off against UCLA in the Foster Farms bowl. After a poor showing in the first quarter going down 21-7, Nebraska stormed back and dominated the rest of the game, scoring 30 unanswered points to win 37-29.
Benton Richard Jorgensen was born today, at 6:03 pm at the California Pacific Medical Center on California St. in San Francisco, CA.
I’ve heard of the Eels but don’t have anything by them. Will listen to your link as soon as I get my computer speakers running again.
On the way home from lunch I was listening to Gimme Shelter by the Stones. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it but in case I haven’t, the verse sung by Merry Clayton (right out of the guitar solo) is to die for. The way her voice cracks in two places……………………
Love you my man. Oh, one more thing I love about music. Yesterday I heard a song on the radio and immediately thought “that’s Humble Pie, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard it”. Well no, onion breath, that’s the Faces (who I mostly missed back in the 60s until Rod Stewart joined them along with Ron Wood). But I immediately knew why I made the mistake. The late, great Steve Marriott was the leader and prime vocalist of both the original Faces and later, Humble Pie (with Peter Frampton), so, as usual, the vocals are the deciding sound.
Tell Lady Beth, Rumor and the little one (he/she, gay or straight) hello. Love you.
10 weeks to go …
Speaking of Carl Palmer: Check out “Fire” by The Crazy World of Arthur Brown; pretty big hit in 1969 although Arthur was more of a weird novelty act. Anyway that’s Carl on the drums right before he joined Emerson and Lake. I believe Carl was also with a band called Atomic Rooster although after all these years I can’t say I’ve ever listened to a thing by them. Greg Lake had a pretty good run with King Crimson (Robert Fripp’s band) Fripp is a great guitarist and Lake’s vocal style is instantly recognizable.
Speaking of music, had a great time in Holdrege last night with Al Stewart and Dave Nachmanoff. Two very good guitarists and of course, Stewart is a master lyricist. Nice intimate setting with a lot of banter and explanation of song meanings. Very, very nice.
Love you my main man and tell Lady Beth, Rumor and the little one hello.
It’s week 29, hella-cray, cray.
I reserve the right to change my mind, but as of now, the PERFECT song of my lifetime is:
Carry On/Questions by CSNY, the opening track of their Deja Vu album.
Summer 1970, just back from Africa, not quite headed to Lincoln to go to college.
The center bridge harmonies: “Carry on, love is coming, love is coming to us all” is the SOUND of Woodstock, free concerts in Golden Gate Park and all things hippie.
THEN, comes the bass line, the ethereal organ and lead guitar as we bridge between “Carry On” and “Questions”…….probably the most perfect instrumental interlude in rock history.
AAAHHHHHHH, I’m there Dude.
Love you and tell Lady Beth hell.
I need to send these when I think of them so I make sure I remember them.
1. Good Times, Rolling Stones, on the Out of Our Heads album. The song was originally done by the great Sam Cooke but, of course this Stones’ version was the first I ever heard in 1965 when this album came out. I was 12 and you don’t get a more funky, mellow song than this. Clearly the Stones started as lovers of American R& B and if I didn’t know that in 1965, I sure felt it.
2.. The power of music on our memory. Paul McCartney issues the album RAM in May of 1971 which is his second solo album (most of us while listening are still hoping the Beatles aren’t serious about breaking up). That same summer my mom is driving a dark green 1971 Olds 88 which, while not a Cadillac, is still a very luxurious car with great blue and green soft dash lights at night. I can remember squiring your mother around the DC area that summer and borrowing Mom’s car was a real treat. Anyhow, whenever I hear Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey (as I did earlier this week), I am right back in that car in the summer of 1971. It never ceases to amaze me how music does that.
3. A GREAT album that I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned: Pictures At An Exhibition by Emerson, Lake & Palmer. NOT the various live versions they’ve done but the actual album (which may actually have been live even though it sounds studio). In any event, it’s something (like Tommy by the Who) that has to be listened to from start to finish (so set aside 40 minutes before you start listening). Great, great musicianship, voice of Greg Lake, wonderful lyrics on the songs that HAVE lyrics and many, many mood and style changes as you go through it.
LOVE YOU and Lady Beth (and Rumor). Stay safe and tell me what you think… LOVE YOU GUYS.
Little baby, you’re only three months away. Can’t wait to see you.
Hilarious how many ppl (especially white folks) are lit up w/ mock outrage over sthing my gf + I are laughing about: https://t.co/kIKt96Q9Qq
— Tim Ferriss (@tferriss) July 21, 2015
Week 22, with Great Grandma and Grandpa Marks.
I woke up to find my second motorcycle was stolen. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t starting to really dislike the stress of living in this city.
Week 19, coming at you from the top of One World Trade Center.
I felt our little baby through Beth’s stomach for the first time today. I’m not sure if it was a kick, or her bumping into the cushioned walls of her comfy little home, but I felt it on three separate occasions.
It was pretty surreal.
I visited New York today for the first time. Okay, technically the second, but the first time I was only in the city for a few short hours while waiting for a train to Connecticut. The flight was good and we arrived safely, but we were supposed to be here this morning at 8am instead of 6pm today, but because we arrived at the airport 6 short minutes past the baggage check time, they wouldn’t allow us on the plane. Pretty incredible, all things considered (it was a red-eye, we were the only people in the terminal, <a href=”https://medium.com/this-happened-to-me/thank-you-from-30-000-feet-2df5cae0eaf1″ target=”_blank”>Virgin America usually has such great customer service</a>, I could go on … ).
Eh, so it goes. First world problems, AMIRITE?
I’ll be working the entire week up here from <a href=”https://www.wework.com/locations/new-york-city/fidi” target=”_blank”>Mixpanel’s New York office</a> at 85 Broad St. in the financial district. Time to see what a week in the life of a New Yorker is like.
More to come I’m sure.
Ms. Bethany’s baby bump, week 18.
Here’s a glimpse at Bethany’s bump, week 17. Big things happening.
Great, poignant song based on a true story:
“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot. If you’ve never heard it, just sit back, savor and listen to the lyrics take you to the stormy waves of Lake Superior. Having been to Chicago you know the Great Lakes are mini-oceans.
Love you my MAIN MAN.
So on my way home for lunch today I got revved up by a song that used to open Emerson, Lake & Palmer’s concerts: “Hoedown”; when the last note plays if you aren’t fired up for the rest of the concert you may as well go home. Got me thinking what other opening numbers really stand out? I recalled seeing Grand Funk Railroad on October 28, 1971 at Pershing Auditorium in Lincoln (which BTW I think they recently tore down unless I dreamed it) and they opened with “Footstompin Music”………WOW, again you don’t calm down for days after they open with that.
Speaking of music, my I-Pod won’t synch up with I-tunes (first time I’ve tried since we messed around with it). Unless you can figure something out I may have to “restore I-Pod” (which I assume means erasing it) and then downloading everything all over again. No hurry though, I’m about 800 songs behind updating it so I haven’t felt the need for awhile and can wait (maybe even until you’re here).
Love you and tell Mommy, I mean, Lady Beth, hello.
Holy Toledo-fish. Today we announced to the Facebook, Twitter (etc…) world that we were having a babe.
I have to save this for personal reasons. The chances of this happening again, are slim-to-none. Partially because it was the first game ever played, but also because Pops’ intelligence is unrivaled – most of the time.
We heard the baby’s heartbeat today for the first time. Well, I heard it for the first time, Beth heard it in Montana. It was pretty surreal and definitely made things a lot more real.
Here’s a pic of the ultrasound. I can’t wait to meet you little bugger.
Some scumbag son-of-a-bitch made off with my brand new Triumph Street Triple R last night. Parked on Pacific St., just between Buchanan and Webster. I’d parked it there for the two weeks I had it. She sat amongst multiple other bikes and scooters.
I’m not entirely sure what drives people to steal from others; especially something as personal as a motorcycle. It’s not like a CD player or iPod, or a phone taken from a car. The pain is far greater, and the inconvenience you’re put through is much more significant.
Here’s to hoping that the world will one day be void of the filth that is capable of committing acts like these.
I hope we’re reunited again soon ol’ girl. If not, I hope he at least treated you with enough decency to give you one last hurrah before likely scrapping you for parts (ugh).
You’ll be missed. I wish we could have had more time together.
OK, because I listened to the radio today………….
Imagine, Christmas, 1968 and another care package of music has arrived from my sister back in the good ole’ USA.
One of the albums is a compilation by ATCO called “Super Groups”. Two songs are by a band called “Buffalo Springfield”……………………..”Mr. Soul” and “Bluebird”, two of my favorite songs to this day because I played the shit out of everything my sister sent me in the wasteland. I had seen Buffalo Springfield on a TV show one time before I left the States and only remembered that one of the guitarists was wearing a white cowboy hat (Stephen Stills). I’ll be that cowboy guy is why there’s a banjo (banjo????? WTF?????) at the end of “Bluebird”. See, back then without the Internet we didn’t know who any of them were so imagine listening to those songs for the first time and not having any clue that “Mr. Soul” features Neil Young and “Bluebird” is the baby of Stephen Stills? It’s just damn good music (even with that banjo!)
And while checking out THAT good music, give a listen to the long version (19 minutes?) of “Get Ready” by Rare Earth.
Love you MY MAIN MAN…….say hi to Lady Beth.
Barber: What kind of cut you Him: Just fuck me up pic.twitter.com/SzYnOzGk2g
— XANAXCHRIST+ (@RiqqiXNX) December 11, 2014
The Nebraska Cornhuskers finally fired Bo Pelini today – the state erupted in an immense amount of joy (not really).