A must-read for anybody who’s considering eating a living creature.

“Garcia is a cheery and resilient man, but I always felt that under his warmth and friendliness there was a deep well of despair – or at least a recognition that at the heart of the world there may be more darkness, despair and absurdity than any sane and compassionate heart could stand.”

“Facebook is godsent for people who love to talk, but have nothing to say. Here is a network that doesn’t care about originality or the quality of content. In the time it takes to create something original, they could share dozens of things.”
— I feel this is the right time for somebody to come out and disrupt Facebook. Facebook’s main page is in the same state MySpace was back in the day: completely full of shit, but everybody is ok with it because there’s no real alternative.
“One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.
His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something—an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man’s, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.”

I use *DayOne app* all the time and I still feel I’m not even scratching the surface of what it can do. However, that’s also one of those apps that are very hard to explain per se: Why would anybody get excited about a daily log app? Why not just a text file on Dropbox?

Well, I’m way to lazy to sit and write down some examples, but thankfully somebody else did it for me: http://dayoneapp.com/guide/uses/

Also make sure you read Federico Viticci’s review http://www.macstories.net/reviews/review-the-new-day-one/