Re-reading Nicholas Negroponte’s book now, 25 years after it was released (and just a few weeks before my son Evan turns 25), I realize that it told me everything I would need to know about the kind of world my son would be growing up in, and how to navigate it.
Sure, your kids are cute. But you can trust them with your company’s secrets?
A much-needed walk with the dogs after weeks of worrying about family, health, work, money, toilet paper and the fate of the world.
This may be where the end began, but at least I got a receipt.
Did all those apocalyptic movies we watched as teenager in 1980s ruin us, or did they prepare us for today’s headlines?
A surprise drum blast from the past that made me smile: A long-lost recording of my late brother JB and his band-mates in concert, 1984. Listen and enjoy!
Even upside down, the little yellow square piece of paper was easy to read — and even easier to remember given the simplicity of the chosen username and password. It wasn’t quite “user” and “password123” but it was pretty darned close.
In praise a pretty bad movie with an incredible soundtrack: Times Square.
When “sensitivity training” is not enough.
He sounded calm, my son did, when he left me the voice mail about the crazed gunman on campus.