Yesterday I received a newsletter from a conference where the subject was how they don’t pay their speakers, or get paid by them. Some of you will have received it too.
When Steve Krug wrote his book ‘Don’t make me think’ his intent was to help people to learn to think like a usability expert. Over the last few years as I’ve helped other startups with the UX for their websites and apps, I’ve seen a great gap and I wanted to do something about it.
I remember the exact time I stopped feeling “get me out of here” and started feeling “please can I stay” when it came to public speaking. It was during my talk at Dublin Web Summit (as it was called then) back in 2013 and for the first time, I found myself not wanting to leave
We need to act like we’re Mark Watney in the Martian. We can’t assume we will get a shipment of new potatoes - First Round, The Watney Rule for Startups
Just over a month ago I gave a workshop at UX London which kicked off a series of events and one heck of a month. Since the 20th of May I’ve re-thought what I want to do with my life, let my team go, lost a loved one and then of course, there is Brexit.
I went to bed last night as the markets were optimistic and fell asleep thinking it would all be ok. When I woke up shortly after 4.40am (funny that) and checked BBC news, I shot out of bed terrified. It couldn’t be. But it is.
Planes were built to live in the sky from Everybody dies, but not everybody lives
Today I woke up with a new found energy and excitement that I can’t remember having had in a very long time.
There was a time when I tried to fit everything in. When ‘yes’ was my default answer to everything. A lot of it was because I wanted to. Some of it because I felt I should, and some yet again because “You never know…”. I believe the kids call it FOMO.
I can’t remember where I read this. I know it was a triathlete or similar talking about working through the pain and the tiredness, but it’s nice thing to remember for various aspects in life.
‘Jävlar anamma” is a Swedish expression which I don’t really know how to translate other than that it contains a swear word and the spirit of “Let’s do this”.
When I said “See you soon” to friends and family and moved from Copenhagen to London, I suspected I’d be gone for 2 years. Today it’s been 10. Ten years.
Today we went to see Creed in the cinema and there was one particular scene that stuck with me. The following doesn’t contain any spoilers but stop reading now if you don’t want to know anything about what happens.
We'll admit that push notifications are a great way to keep up with new content when it arrives. However, those messages quickly become annoying when they relate to things that you really don't give a shit about. - Engadget
Tonight we started packing up the studio. It felt good, at first and then a little sad. It was supposed to be a place we could make ours, grow in and a place that provided more than a desk to sit at. It was supposed to be our home.
Today in one of our catch ups I said something along the lines of “I’m not joking – turn off the notifications”. I was dead serious. It was no “do-what-you-think-is-best” suggestion. It was a direct order, to put it bluntly.
Ploughing on is easy. You make progress. You produce things. You know the path. You continue, as you were. But it is darn dangerous.
Monday evening this week I spent on a plane. Tuesday evening in a hotel working. Wednesday evening was in an airport and on a plane and tonight I’ve been teaching. I’m a little bit tired. Quite hungry, but more than anything I’m feeling really happy.
I’ve been to airports and flown every day of February so far. It’s only 3 days, but still.
Today is my mum’s birthday and I’ve taken the day off to spend it with her back home. Sure, there is work to be done, but nothing that is so important that it can’t wait. Today is a special day and I’m spending it with a special person.
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