The Myths of Innovation is now out in paperback. There’s a bunch of cruft that has built up around ideas and how they are generated. Most of it is garbage. The book outlines how innovations actually occur, and how to go about getting and developing ideas. A great read, especially if you work with ideas (or want to).
It comes with the Rodeo Stamp of Approval(tm) (and that isn’t just because my name is printed in the acknowledgements).
Here are two free chapters to whet your appetite. Then once you’ve read those, you can grab the rest here: http://bit.ly/mythspb
RodeoClown: like a mole, digging in a hole.
The Boston Globe has a great picture outlining how to successfully nap. Click through to see the whole thing.
RodeoClown: Looking forward to his afternoon train-nap.
I was reminded of this joke yesterday. It’s really quite good.
RodeoClown: thought that I posted this yesterday, but apparently I didn’t…
Is it possible to say precisely when a war ends? When I was a kid there was a version of the boogeyman legend that we repeated to one another constantly, in tones of delicious dread. Hitler had survived the wreck of Germany and was still alive on a South American plantation, plotting his revenge against the world. Even as we played at recess and argued about our favorite TV shows, we worried that he was lurking out there, maybe right outside the school’s fences, waiting for a chance to snatch at young Allied warriors. But there was a point — unrecorded, unknown, but still undeniable — when even this tottering ghost of the fuhrer became too old and weak to trouble the sleep of the world any longer. The rumor died, and took the last terrors of the war with it. Then the cool rumor kids were passing around was that the Holocaust was a hoax.
War ends at the moment when peace permanently wins out. Not when the articles of surrender are signed or the last shot is fired, but when the last shout of a sidewalk battle fades, when the next generation starts to wonder whether the whole thing ever really happened. World War II ended as war always ends — by trailing off into nothingness and doubt. Its final monument has never been seen by mortal eyes. It’s a phantom image at the edge of a rumor: an unmarked grave in the depths of the South American jungle where a weird and decrepit old man, half forgotten by the world, at last entered the lists of oblivion.
-“Losing the War”, Lee Sandlin
Set aside an afternoon and read through Lee Sandlin’s Losing the War. It’ll take a while, but you can read it in chunks, and it is worth taking the time to do so. It is a haunting, and frightening look at World War Two, and war in general.
I read a whole bunch of stuff, some of it interesting, some of it funny. Some of it I want to share with other people. SomeÂ A whole bunch of it is pictures of cats with misspelled wordsÂ superimposed.
In any case, should you wish to see the stuff I like, you can do so here. Or grab the RSS feed, if you are that way inclined.
Basic instructions on how to keep your job in perspective.
Whenever your job sucks, just think, it could always be worse.
RodeoClown: not complaining
Trent Reznor (Nine Inch Nails) writes a song.
Johnny Cash covers it.
Reznor says “I haven’t listened to my version since then.”
Cash’s version is pretty awesome. I think it’s the video that makes it.
By changing the tone just a little, he turns it from a song about heroin addiction to a song about the whole of life.
It’s a little depressing. But that’s not a bad thing.
RodeoClown: also hurt. But different.
One thousand, three hundred and sixty days ago we had Matthias, six hundred and fifty five days ago we had Jesse, and in thirty-five days we are due for number three. My life plans lie in tatters on that labour ward floor, cleaned up nearly four years ago.
And you know what… I don’t care.
This song perfectly encapsulates the feelings involved in having a child: regret, love, bills, vampirism. It made me cry.
Follow the link and then click on the song title to get the mp3.
You Ruined Everything – Jonathan Coulton
RodeoClown: wouldn’t change a thing.
Anything else you see today can’t touch this. MC Hammer blog.
RodeoClown: happy pants.