I fell in love with this song the moment I heard it. And when we had lunch with Gary V sev­eral years ago and he men­tioned that this was one of his favorite songs as well (and we asked him to sing it to us), I fell in love with it again. I think Gary sang this song in the wed­ding of Mike and Ange, two friends of mine. I don’t know if he got to do his own ver­sion in an album though.

Guy Kawasaki is one of my favorite blog­gers. He’s one of the first Mac evan­ge­lists (and I’m a rabid con­vert), and I would con­sider him one of the world’s pop philosophers–people who sys­tem­at­i­cally reflect on pop­u­lar soci­ety, tech­nol­ogy, and the world. Here’s his take on how we could find success.

This is prob­a­bly my most favorite story in the bible (I also love the beau­ti­ful story of Esau for­giv­ing his brother Jacob, but that is a topic of another post). I love this story because it is a very human story that rivals the clas­sics: dis­ci­ples going back to what they know best (fish­ing) and not catch­ing any, of depress­ing rou­tine made even more depress­ing because of fail­ure, the dark­ness of night mir­ror­ing the mood of the dis­ci­ples who had lost hope, and Hope walk­ing on the shore just as dawn is break­ing.

7 Foolish Excuses You Need to Stop Using">

Alan John­son of The Online Busi­ness Hand­book fame wrote this really good arti­cle. A really good and cool read. In a very real sense, if you want to orga­nize and bet­ter your life, this is some­thing you need to take stock of. Maybe we’ve said or at least thought any one of these excuses before. And yeah, look­ing back, it is the height of inse­cu­rity and childish-ness to be always blam­ing other people.

This was writ­ten in Sacred Heart Novi­tiate the day Fr. John Moran died– Decem­ber 26, 1999. He was our “lolo” (grand­fa­ther) in the Novi­tiate, help­ing out the for­ma­tion team in his own strong pres­ence. A char­ac­ter, I was actu­ally afraid of him because he always seemed to be always angry. And yet in unguarded moments, he was sur­pris­ingly gen­tle. I remem­ber him being very patient with me and the giddy-ness of my youth. And he allowed me to joke with him over lunch. Some­times, he would even allow him­self to laugh with me.