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I burned through my inbox with Mailbox for Mac Email, right guys? Some love it. Some hate it. Some are trying to replace it. But the fact is, we all use it. And since early 2013, Mailbox has been the fastest way to manage it, but it’s only worked on iPhone and Android. Today, however, Mailbox for Mac is finally available in beta, and it offers a taste of how email might feel if it weren’t bound by the age-old technologies underpinning it. All current Mailbox users will soon receive an email with a “beta coin” offering access to the app. (Everybody else will have to sign up for access on MailboxApp.com and wait a few weeks.)

i like this photo i took :P

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I burned through my inbox with Mailbox for Mac
Email, right guys? Some love it. Some hate it. Some are trying to replace it. But the fact is, we all use it. And since early 2013, Mailbox has been the fastest way to manage it, but it’s only worked on iPhone and Android. Today, however, Mailbox for Mac is finally available in beta, and it offers a taste of how email might feel if it weren’t bound by the age-old technologies underpinning it. All current Mailbox users will soon receive an email with a “beta coin” offering access to the app. (Everybody else will have to sign up for access on MailboxApp.com and wait a few weeks.)

i like this photo i took :P

Half of 18- to 24-year-olds in the U.S. now use Snapchat—an ephemeral social network through which users can send disappearing photos to their friends. A bevy of other social networking apps, such as Secret, Whisper, and Yik Yak, leave even fewer digital breadcrumbs, allowing users to share completely anonymous confessions and critiques with friends and nearby users. (In some cases, that anonymity has led to bullying in schools.) Ellis Hamburger, a reporter at the Verge, talks about the ephemeral and anonymous app trend and where social networking may be headed next.App Chat: Being Social Without Leaving a Trace)My latest appearance on Sci Fri!!

Half of 18- to 24-year-olds in the U.S. now use Snapchat—an ephemeral social network through which users can send disappearing photos to their friends. A bevy of other social networking apps, such as Secret, Whisper, and Yik Yak, leave even fewer digital breadcrumbs, allowing users to share completely anonymous confessions and critiques with friends and nearby users. (In some cases, that anonymity has led to bullying in schools.) Ellis Hamburger, a reporter at the Verge, talks about the ephemeral and anonymous app trend and where social networking may be headed next.

App Chat: Being Social Without Leaving a Trace)

My latest appearance on Sci Fri!!

My computer screen flashes to life.“Oh, hi,” says a woman sitting at a desk to my left. I have arrived, it seems, at some sort of office reception area. “Let me get Ankur for you. In the meantime, follow me,” she says. I freeze. She walks off camera, then comes back into the frame and beckons for me.“Come on,” she says. “Just use the arrows on your keyboard.” In my haste to download and install the conferencing software Ankur suggested for our meeting, I had failed to realize that I would be piloting a telepresence robot. I press the up arrow. “Watch out for the table,” she says in the most nonchalant of tones. I press the left arrow and start sweating, coming dangerously close to grazing the table’s edge. I feel like I’m taking my driver’s test all over again. I make it to the conference room.My First Meeting As A Robot Went Something Like This

My computer screen flashes to life.

“Oh, hi,” says a woman sitting at a desk to my left. I have arrived, it seems, at some sort of office reception area. “Let me get Ankur for you. In the meantime, follow me,” she says. I freeze. She walks off camera, then comes back into the frame and beckons for me.

“Come on,” she says. “Just use the arrows on your keyboard.” In my haste to download and install the conferencing software Ankur suggested for our meeting, I had failed to realize that I would be piloting a telepresence robot. I press the up arrow. “Watch out for the table,” she says in the most nonchalant of tones. I press the left arrow and start sweating, coming dangerously close to grazing the table’s edge. I feel like I’m taking my driver’s test all over again. I make it to the conference room.

My First Meeting As A Robot Went Something Like This

It was true that I didn’t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, shit, piss, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
Charles Bukowski, *Factotum* - just finished

it was just the shittiest day when i moved last august. u-haul was late and three feet short, it was thundering and raining, and u-haul forgot one of the dollies we were supposed to have. even with elevators moving from stuy town over to williamsburg was a nightmare. no wonder people pay for this shit. hands sore, moving segments of a couch one by one, waiting for the elevator 500 times or more, and you always have more than you think you have — by a long shot.

around 6pm we were just raving hungry. heard from thomas that Best Pizza was a great place to get delivery from. we ordered a large cheese pizza and three mexican cokes, the ones in glass bottles all the real cane sugar. had no idea how long it was gonna take. we’re taking trips up and down, up and down at the new apartment and this was only trip 1 of 2 since the u-haul was 3 feet short. we were feeling a bit hopeless. 

we’re all around our new granite kitchen island, smelling like shit. we’ve had the door propped open for 2 hours now but somehow he knew. “IT’S PIZZA TIMEEEEE!!!!!” we hear echoing down our new hallway. omg, man, i’ve never been so excited in my life. i let out a howling “AWOOOOOO” and race to the door. Gandalf or someone like him is walking down the hallway, one eyebrow raised. the dude looks gruff, with a little cycling hat on. he’s smiling. he knows what that pizza meant on that day.

gave him a real solid high five and off he was. today i found out his name was Bill. i’ll never forget that dude, or the pizza