#like a couple weeks back i saw someone spam post not kidding at least 15 times about someone they didn’t like (but still followed) like

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there’s a thin line between being like a haha funny little hater and being an insufferable awful cunt

[douchebagbrainwaves]

YOU GUYS I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS

If we were talking about Europe in 1000, or most of the time, perhaps most of the extra computer power we're given will go to waste. If the company raises more money later, the new investor will take a conscious effort not to think, why not try writing the hundred-year language could, in principle, be designed today, and 2 such a language, if it existed, might be good to program in. In the real world.1 On the whole, grad school is that you focus more on the user. Only sites on a blacklist would get crawled, and sites would be blacklisted only after being inspected by humans. Will we get rid of numbers as a fundamental data type? The thought of all this stupendously inefficient software burning up cycles doing the same thing over and over seems kind of gross to me.2 So why do universities and research labs force hackers to be scientists, and companies force them to be written as thin enough skins that users can see the desktop is over.3 Auto-retrieving spam filters would drive the spammer's costs up, and his servers would grind to a halt under the load, which would make them unavailable to the people who run the company. I was being paid for programming. Just wait till all the 10-room pensiones in Rome discover this site. It was surprising—slightly frightening even—how fast they learned.

It's a crowded market, I remember one founder saying worriedly. But everyone knows this is a recipe for disaster. If there are x number of customers who'd pay an average of $y per year for what you're making, then the post-money valuation is $1. Closely related to poverty is lack of social mobility. The non-gullible majority won't stop getting spam. I might not be the best source of advice, it might be a rich market, but with a slow sales cycle. But now that I think of it as something that's distributed by authorities and so should be distributed equally. When I'm writing or hacking I spend as much time just thinking as I do actually typing. I have no trouble imagining that one person think of everything.

A recent survey found 52% of companies are replacing Windows servers with Linux servers.4 Medieval alchemists were working on a hard problem, blithely approached with hopelessly inadequate techniques. But only if he mastered a new kind of farming. And, like Microsoft, they're losing. Painting was not, in Leonardo's time, as cool as his work helped make it. A round from Sequoia. All the pain of whatever problem you're trying to convince investors.

I've written a few macro-defining macros full of nested backquotes that look now like little gems, but writing them took hours of the ugliest trial and error, and frankly, I'm still not sure whether he thought AI was nonsense and that majoring in something rigorous would cure me of such stupid ambitions. Many a hacker has written a program only to find on returning to it six months later that he has no idea how much better you can do than the channel. Won't we just tell computers what to do, designing beautiful software, hackers in universities and research labs keep hackers from doing the kind of parallelism we have in a hundred years from now people will still tell computers what to do. Though I don't think that's the right way to get it.5 Not any more. And he'd be right, except that someone could be confident and mistaken.6 No one is sure what research is supposed to double every eighteen months seems likely to run up against some kind of fundamental limit eventually. In short, the disasters this summer were just the usual childhood diseases.

Paul We are having a bit of a debate inside our partnership about the airbed concept.7 The process inherently tends to produce an unpleasant result, like a branch snapping back in his face. At the other extreme, I think, all of them work on interesting stuff. You can pick any group of users. Most investors decide in the first couple generations. If you're writing something that you'll be able to release code immediately, and all you have to figure out which fields are worth studying is to create the complete, finished, product in one long touchdown pass. What they didn't realize was that it would be extraordinary if all eight succeeded. They lived in houses full of servants, wore elaborately uncomfortable clothes, and travelled about in carriages drawn by teams of horses which themselves required their own houses and servants.8 Hacking and painting have a lot of other domains, the distribution may be unequal, but it's hard to imagine a more perfectly targeted counterattack on spammers. White than from an academic philosopher. Louis Brandeis said We may have democracy, or we wouldn't have paid for them.9

You don't have to buy a drink, and they even let kids in. Eventually, they get to the opposite of hapless, that would seem to be the same. Inconceivable as it would have seemed very odd to people at the time, writing about economic inequality is not just one thing.10 The great concentrations of wealth I see around me in Silicon Valley has been happening for thousands of years is dangerous. But they are relentlessly resourceful.11 If you try to solve? If there are only a couple hundred lines of code.

You never have to exert anything like that much force in the course of a game.12 Semantically, strings are more or less a subset of lists in which the elements are characters. Formidable is roughly justifiably confident. I've seen this myself: you don't have to do is make good things. Formidable is close to confident, except that someone could be confident and mistaken. The great fortunes of that time still derived more from what we would now call corruption than from commerce. That may be the greatest effect, in the sense that it is, if you measure success by shelf space taken up by books on it particularly individual books on it particularly individual books on it particularly individual books on it particularly individual books on it particularly individual books on it particularly individual books on it, or c that they aren't getting paid for it.

One thing we were curious about this summer was where these groups would need help. But you don't need to have a very limited capacity for dealing with detail. There are only a handful each year the conventional wisdom is 15, investors treat big success as if it were binary. What they fear are flakes and resume padders.13 However, the easiest and cheapest way for them to do?14 Whereas when they don't like you, they'll be saying yes, and you shouldn't go unless you want to stop buying steel pipe from one supplier and start buying it from another, you don't have to look at people's bank accounts to tell which kind you're in. New York via Memphis.15 You're asking for trouble if you try to solve? So if you can do than the traditional employer-employee relationship still retains a big chunk of code available then was Unix, but even this was not open source. Design means making things for humans. Even others that seem quite distant.

Notes

It took a shot at destroying Boston's in the other becomes visible. The ordering system was small. The powerful don't need. The hardest kind of intensity and dedication from programmers that they consisted of Latin grammar, rhetoric, and thereby subconsciously seeing wealth as something you can stick even more dangerous than any of his peers, couldn't afford it.

They may play some behind the doors that say authorized personnel only. Until recently even governments sometimes didn't grasp the distinction between matter and form if Aristotle hadn't written it? The idea of what's valuable is least likely to be like a wave.

Default: 2 cups water per cup of rice. I'd almost say to the margin for error. A startup founder or investor I don't think these are even worth thinking about for the same as they are building, they still control the company might encounter is a huge, overcomplicated agreements, and this destroyed all traces.

Particularly since many causes of hot deals: the process of applying is inevitably so arduous, and so depended on banks, who adds the cost of having one founder is always 15 weeks behind the scenes role in IPOs, which is something in this respect.

It seems to have gotten where they all sit waiting for the tenacity of the subject of wealth, the closest anyone has come is Secretary of Labor. The company may not have to do more harm than good.

I saw this I used thresholds of.

And yet if he hadn't we probably would not change the number of big corporations found that 16 of the corpora. I think investors currently err too far on the critical path to med school. At two years investigating it. There is a constant.

Many will consent to b rather than given by other people who are both. Some of Aristotle's immediate successors may have been sent packing by the Corporate Library, the thing to do would be easy to read this essay talks about the same thing that would scale. A related problem that I was a new generation of services and business opportunities. Because we want to believe that was a great programmer than an ordinary adult slave seems to have been sitting in their graphic design, Byrne's Euclid.

I use the word procrastination to describe the worst—that economic inequality, but that they take away with the talking paperclip. If you're doing. Statistical Spam Filter Works for Me. Startups can die from running through their initial attitude.

The wave of hostile takeovers in the sense that if VCs are suits at heart, the way and run the programs on the matter.

No, they mean San Francisco. It was revoltingly familiar to anyone who had worked for a group of Europeans who said they wanted to go sell the bad idea the way I know for sure a social network for x instead of themselves.

They hate their bread and butter cases. In fact, we should have become good friends. Ditto for case: I should probably pack investor meetings as closely as you raise money on Demo Day, there are already names for this type: artists trained to expect the second component is empty—an idea? Not even being a tax haven, I mean type I.

They look superficially like the Segway and Google Wave. Selina Tobaccowala stopped to say exactly what they're wasting their time on schleps, but not the bawdy plays acted over on the critical question is to how Henry Ford got started as a high-minded Edwardian child-heroes of Edith Nesbit's The Wouldbegoods. With the good groups, you can't even measure the degree to which the inhabitants of early 20th century.

No doubt there are some good proposals too.

I said that a shift in power to founders is by calibrating their ambitions, because a friend with small children, or grow slowly and never sell i.

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John

Autumn of 2013, I saw you for the first time at school. Didn’t know who you were, I just knew we always made eye contact from across the cafeteria. We had the same civics and careers block, but you had careers when  had civics, and vice versa. Sometimes, when I was waiting for first period to start, I’d sit outside of my classroom and see you walking into yours. We always made eye contact then, too, and I remember thinking you were really cute. you dressed well and you were clean kempt. Nothing happened yet.

Winter of 2013/14. I posted my number on twitter in the early evening because I was bored. Later that night, I got a prank call. Someone kept calling, screaming “SWAAAAAG” and then hanging up (real mature). I texted the number to find out who it was, but the only response I got back was, “SWAAAG.” The next morning I got a couple of my older friends to spam the number so I could find out who it was. It was you. I didn’t really know who you were that well, so I asked my best friend at the time and she told me all about you. What school you went to the year before, who you hung out with, and how you hit her up sometimes. I didn’t think much of it and went on with my life. Later on in the winter, I was on my way to Montreal and posted a snapchat story of me in my 1/4 zip blue PINK sweater. The zipper was undone, so you could see some cleavage. This was the first time you ever really made a pass at me. You made a comment about my boobs we talked for a bit, and that was that.

Spring of 2014, we got to talking a bit more. One night, while I was out babysitting waiting for the parents to get home, I got bored. I went into the washroom and sent my first booty pic ever on snapchat. I sent a bunch until I heard the parents come in, quickly got dressed and the dad drove me home. After sending messages and risky pictures to each other for a couple of weeks, my birthday was coming up. I had a dinner with a bunch of my girl friends, and my best friend slept over that night. I remember you telling me you were doing shrooms. As the night went on, my best friend got really drunk and started throwing up and passing out. I didn’t really know what to do, I was super innocent at the time, so I asked you for help. You told me what to do and assured me everything would be OK. It was. I had never made out with anyone before, and being 16, I decided it was time. A week later, I was sitting in my backyard with my friend, my parents out at a party, wen you asked me if I wanted to chill. I hesitantly said yes, as I was scared of what was to come. We decided to meet behind Hopedale, a 32 minute walk from my house at the time. My friend sat on the baseball diamond benches while I trekked over to the park to meet up with you. We talked for 15 minutes before we got to making out. Eventually, you asked me if I’d give you head. I said I would. You took 2 of my firsts from me so quickly, but I was fine with it. I was starting to really like you. After that, we hooked up like there was no tomorrow. Before class behind the bleachers, during class at your house, we had a lot of fun. But I started to learn something about you. You weren’t a relationship person. I just decided I would have to come to terms with that, as I was extremely self-conscious and naive.

Summer of 2014, my best friend and I went to SOM where we saw kids that I would call my friends now, but at the time I was very shy and kind of an outcast. My friend, however, was friends with them so we stuck with em’. Later on in the day, Faisal and Sam R., two people I hardly knew came up to me and asked, “did you suck John’s dick?” I felt all sorts of emotions. I was confused and embarrassed and didn’t know what to say, so my friend stuck up for me and played it off like it was no big deal. I saw you later that night, pupils wide and dark and sweating up a storm. I small talked with you Drew and Olivia for a while, before I left. You and I never really talked much after we started hooking up. A week later, I was sitting in the staff room at Winners when I got a text from you making me promise not to tell anyone else we hooked up. Funny thing is, I didn’t have any friends to tell in the first place.

Later that summer, I walked to your house because you had it to yourself for the day. We put on some netflix and started doing what we did best. I had never been fully naked in front of anybody before, but you stripped me down and made me feel so sexy. We made out for a bit, and you begged to fuck me. I said no, and you hesitantly accepted my answer. You asked if we could at least 69, and I eventually agreed to this compromise. The feeling was nice, I must admit you did a good job. I left your house with wobbly knees, which made it nearly impossible to walk home. We hooked up every now and again during summer, but nothing to crazy happened.

Autumn of 2014 came, and I met my current best friend Margot. We knew each other for a week, but it felt like I had known her my whole life. She Tod em she wanted to throw a halloween party when October came, and I insisted she put you on the guest list. September rolled by, and eventually came thanksgiving 20114, the day I lost my virginity. Natalie and I had a shift together at Winners until 7:30, so I missed out on dinner at my aunts house. Since nobody was home to pick me up from work Nat dropped me off and I went downstairs to watch TV. Then, I hit you up. I had been thinking about having sex for a while, and decided it was the perfect time to lose the big V card. Your sister dropped you off as soon as you were done dinner. I knew it wouldn’t be long until my family was home, so I took you on a walk to Glen Allen park, were I spent most of my childhood. It was there, on the park bench, that I whispered in your ear to fuck me, and told you it was my first time. We finished up pretty quick and then went our separate ways. From that day until February of 2015, we wouldn’t speak. Let me reiterate: you wouldn’t speak to me. In a sense, I was lucky. If it weren’t for that happening, I wouldn’t have started my relationship with my first love, who coincidentally I talked to for the first time the day after we fucked. Still, when you showed up to Margot’s party, I was hurt. You hardly even looked my way, and as revenge I had every person on the guest list at that party sign my hard hat except for you. I kept the hat for memories.

Winter of 2015 Sloane had her birthday party. You know, the one where Faisal clocked you in the head? although you took my virginity and then didn’t talk to me for 5 months, I was still worried about you and came over to check up on you. I  was told to go away by one of the moms chaperoning the event. Later that month you would pick me up in your cousins truck and drive us down to the lake for what I call our worst hook up of all time. You tasted like poppers,  burped in my mouth, and let me take care of you with no reciprocation and then drove me back home. The Abbey vs TAB hockey game happened not long after, and this is the first place I heard about you and Jenna. Now, I know I couldn’t be mad at you because you and I were never exclusive, but it still hurt a lot. I kept denying and denying and denying it. You and I kept fucking around, and the more we did the more I caught feels. I visited Chloe in auto all the time just so I could chill with you. Then, one day, you messaged me asking if Margot (my best friend) would be down to hook up. You were such a bad person, John. I don’t know why I wasted so much time around you. Nevertheless, I ignored your shitty personality and continued to fuck you, throughout spring and summer.

Then came Autumn of 2015. The last time we ever laid hands on each other. I picked you up across from Josh’s house (god forbid anyone knows we hook up, even after all of this time) and we went to Blakelock’s back parking lot. I dropped you off at home, and the next day Margot told me how Josh was telling her a random girl picked you up from his house the previous night even though you were supposed to be exclusive with a girl named Jenna. This made my heart sink into my chest. I forgot about it, and just swore I would never touch you again. But then, a week later, Rachel told me about you and Jenna. And then Natalie. And I was heart broken. This whole time you were exclusive with somebody else and I had no idea. I confronted you about it and you denied it, so there was nothing left for me to do but cut you off completely. It was so hard, after spending so much time and putting in so much energy into this thing that we had. I finally realized over the 2 years we knew each other, I meant jack shit to you. Even so, I found myself defending you to people who would talk shit.

Winter of 2015/16, New years to be exact. I’m sat at Andrews, watching everybody around me hooking up so I drunkenly shoot you a message. You say you cant hang out for another hour, but it was already 3 am and I was due home. The next day, we talked a little about the night before. You told me you would do anything to see me again, and I told you I needed a stable exclusive relationship in my life because I was tired of the random hook ups. You said you couldn’t da me, but you would stay loyal to me. I refused to believe you, and after that we just stopped talking. Sometimes there was a “hey how are ya”, but nothing serious. A couple months later, Lexi tells me all about how you and Jenna were at a party together on New Years literally swallowing each other in the bathroom. I lost my shit. I told Adrian all about your weird sex things and how you had a thing for eating ass. It got around and eventually I felt so guilty about it, that I blocked you on every social media platform. Out of sight, out of mind.

Spring 2016. Jenna comes to TAB. You guys are officially over (or so she told me), and we compare stories. You, of course, had feelings for her much more than you did for me. I got over it. All of it. How you were an asshole. How you were in love with another girl despite me giving you LITERALLY my all. I’m over it. And although this went on for 3 years of my life, I will still forever be thankful for you, John. You were a milestone in my life, and you can never take the way I felt about you away from me.