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An old photo editor of mine always said you’re only as good as your last shot. She stole the quote but that didn’t make it any less true. McPhee is distilling that that down. That last shot (or story) is done. Finished with a capital ‘F.’ There’s no going back. The work is out there in the world. You can’t reshoot yesterday’s front page.

Now it’s time to start over.

So well said. If Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr were to go away, what would your online life look like?

The people who own these probably spend $7001 on an HDMI cable. Because false dichotomy in the base argument. Also, I can’t stop thinking PornoPlayer, but the screen has poor resolution. So that’s two things it’s bad at.

This is the second popular revolt in Europe. The first was the Scotland vote. It failed due to massive propaganda and outright lies by the UK government. In Greece the people have now defied the money-men. It’s going to be an interesting few years.

Note: I’m going to start putting my comments over the quote.

Good to know. It also seems eerily over-specific. I have to wonder exactly how a green-winged teal came to be tested for the flu. Did it show up at the drugstore doc-in-a-box with a fever?

When Google’s Project Zero starts dropping exploits on its own doorstep, I’ll be more impressed. Also, the OS X 10.10.2 update—which is currently in developer testing—fixes the disclosed exploits.

This is quite a story.

Put another way, in 2014 iOS app developers earned more than Hollywood did from box office in the US. §

I boggle at how much money flows through the Apple App Store.

Where to start?

I really like how he’s gone with the movie poster look. I’m totally expecting Hollywood to screw up (i.e. tone down) Stark. If there aren’t movies in the pipe already, I’ll be surprised.

Now, that old chestnut: Do you have any advice for young writers?

BALLARD

A lifetime’s experience urges me to utter a warning cry: do anything else, take someone’s golden retriever for a walk, run away with a saxophone player. Perhaps what’s wrong with being a writer is that one can’t even say “good luck”—luck plays no part in the writing of a novel. No happy accidents as with the paint pot or chisel. I don’t think you can say anything, really. I’ve always wanted to juggle and ride a unicycle, but I daresay if I ever asked the advice of an acrobat he would say, “All you do is get on and start pedaling …” §