"If you’re saying, “If only we had someone around here to run [game system],” guess what? You’re the someone. Step on up and do it."
— Fred Hicks, @fredhicks on Twitter
"I’d like to be a reader, but the reality is that I’m not very good at it and I rarely set aside the time to do it."
— Fred Hicks (@fredhicks on Twitter)
"For creators who dislike paperwork, Creative Commons is less altruism, more just avoiding a headache."
— Daniel Solis (@danielsolis on Twitter)
"But then, a decade from now, we’d be writing Netflix obituaries that sounded just like the ones for Blockbuster. Sometimes you have to destroy your business in order to save it."
— James Surowiecki, “The Next Level,” The New Yorker
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“I knew we had so much hunger in the world,” Adriana said. “But what is so upsetting, what I didn’t know when I started this, is it’s so easy. It’s so easy to end it.”
Adriana’s words have stayed with me. They will forever. They hold perhaps Belo’s greatest lesson: that it is easy to end hunger if we are willing to break free of limiting frames and to see with new eyes—if we trust our hard-wired fellow feeling and act, no longer as mere voters or protesters, for or against government, but as problem-solving partners with government accountable to us.
"— Frances Moore Lappé, “The City That Ended Hunger”
"The older get the more I think the real struggle is between big-t Truth and little-c clarity."
— Rob Donoghue (via Twitter)
"I’ve told this story [about tracking a thief who victimized me] many times since. I get a lot of reactions, because it’s a strange tale — to think you could find out so much online about a thief, to think what a bizarre wormhole I found into one stranger’s life. But what took me a long time to realize, what I missed at first amid my drama of violation and vengeance, was the remarkable displays of kindness I experienced from absolute strangers — people who retrieved scraps of paper from lawns, picked up piles of discarded cards from a dirty train station floor, drove miles to restore someone’s belongings, searched Facebook to find me. If I were mathematically inclined, I might even observe that in my tale, the good guys outnumbered the bad guys, by about 10 to one."
— Amanda Enayati, from salon.com (http://bit.ly/apHxan)
"Because a mechanism like Twitter is probably the single most powerful and efficient aggregator of novelty that ever existed. The real function of magazines, for the most part, has been to aggregate novelty, to run around to find a lot of new things, put them in your issue, and get them out ideally before the other magazines notices it—then people buy it, bring it home, and wolf down all this novelty. Now if you’ve got your Twitter feed set up right, every day you can get more raw novelty dumped on your desktop than you can get buying an entire magazine store. And it changes every day."
— William Gibson and the Future of the Future - Douglas Gorney - Culture - The Atlantic (via ndpdesign)
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"I decided to value the gathering of experiences over the acquiring of stuff, and to get rid of stuff which would enable the gathering of more experiences. I’d have more cash from the sale of my stuff, and less stuff to worry about, should I want to move or travel for a while. Stuff gets old and breaks and takes up room in your house, experiences stick with you for life and make you a better person."
— Neo-Minimalism and the Rise of the Technomads - Boing Boing (via ndpdesign)
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My mother has never entirely understood roleplaying. I don’t intend to belabor the point, but when I was a young man it was the position of our church that Dungeons & Dragons held within it the clustered seeds of apostasy. She was so bewildered by what she had seen during Of Dice and Men that she made it a point to attend our D&D Live panel, where her son and his friends played this mysterious game on stage. The devil did show up, true, and we did go to hell, just as the clergy had suggested we might. Except in the actual version of events, as has happened so many times, we stood against the King of Lies at the very gates of his damned realm and emerged triumphant.
My mother came up to me after the panel was over, saying, “I’m sorry, Jerry. I’m sorry.” She wiped the corner of her left eye with her thumb. “They told me it was something else.”
"— Tycho from Penny Arcade
