My mom sent me this poem, which I apparently wrote when I was 17. She asked if I was really unhappy at the time. I don’t know. I remember listening to a lot of Violent Femmes and The Cure and painting pictures that involved blood and gore and also desperately wishing I had a girlfriend but never getting the nerve up to talk to any girls and staying up so late I had to drink Mountain Dew for breakfast every morning to drag myself to school and then still falling asleep in every class.
Don’t worry, I’m feeling better.
With all this hullabaloo about Apple’s 30% IAP (In-App Purchase) fee (read this or this if you’re not up to date), there’s something I just don’t get: Why has Apple not instituted a scaling fee structure that makes everyone happy(ish), while making them more money?
That is, what if fees went down with volume? Something like:
There are a million businesses that have this sort of pricing, and there are many reasons it makes sense. One of them is that the transaction cost per revenue dollar goes down. This would apply…
The “Tom’s Diner” of the song is Tom’s Restaurant in New York City, a mid-20th-century diner on the corner of Broadway and 112th Street. Singer and songwriter Suzanne Vega was reputedly a frequent patron during the early 1980s when she was a student at nearby Barnard College. The diner later became famous as the location used for the exterior scenes of Monk’s Café in the popular 1990s television sitcom Seinfeld.
Some stuff I read:
Today is my fourth day (over the last three weeks) returning to the office since…the before times. Some observations:
…logy is. Endlessly rotating gods, clashing and coming together, like a mechanistic Marvel universe.
You know what, maybe astrology is the first AI story-teller! It’s been going for three millennia, automatically generating drama after drama, it’s the longest-running soap opera ever, and we are still totally absorbed in it.
Now that I think of it, maybe astrology was invented by our celestial parents to keep us pacified a…