(me?)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Business Idea for Digital Cameras
Hey brother.
So I had some loony ideas
1) any idea why they don't pay people to give blood anymore? Thought you might know
2) So tell me if these products couldn't use more market exposure: this digital camera boom and this foldable mirror attachment. The two would seem to make a great package deal.
I'm wondering if you think this idea would be worth running by Mark Prunty (unless your Mandarin is up to par?)
-from the brother with too much time on his hands.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Back to School (or not) jitters
Dammit. That about sums up life right now. I feel horrible because again I made no move on my actual career, where I feel as if I should have. I can’t really put my finger on why I’m afraid, except the vague feeling that not having done anything will ding me in the future. I’m not really sure what to build my life on— If I do more investment I could build it on my own business skills and sweat equity.
At base, I want to learn, and feel that it should be easy to find information. Getting proper credit seems the hard part. especially for someone who has dodged the educational system for so long…
At base, I guess that not taking classes lets my dreams be realized more than my career goals (which I keep presuming I can put off longer.) Ho hum?
Oh well—more time to decide what to do.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
My life lately has been of a fiercely independent researcher excited by technological development that satisfies the twin goals of enhancing the possibilities of human experience and ensuring the continued existence of humans (or post-humans) into the indefinite future. My academic background dried up
Friday, July 3, 2009
Damon:
In case it wasn't evident from my behavior while there, I greatly enjoyed meeting you and hearing about your endeavors in music technology and entrepreneurship. While the exciting nature of your developments piqued my interest as both a lawyer-in-training and a curious pedantic, I respect that you're probably more well-connected and looked-after in regards to protecting your patents than you led on or I interpreted. That said, I hope your endeavors are fruitful and that we'll have chance to talk again. Please feel free to contact me if you fancy a visit to the Bay area.
the Best,
Jonathan Chong
jjchong@msn.com
In case it wasn't evident from my behavior while there, I greatly enjoyed meeting you and hearing about your endeavors in music technology and entrepreneurship. While the exciting nature of your developments piqued my interest as both a lawyer-in-training and a curious pedantic, I respect that you're probably more well-connected and looked-after in regards to protecting your patents than you led on or I interpreted. That said, I hope your endeavors are fruitful and that we'll have chance to talk again. Please feel free to contact me if you fancy a visit to the Bay area.
the Best,
Jonathan Chong
jjchong@msn.com
Dear Step-grandmother:
I know our previous visit was short but I had a very memorable experience. It was great not only to reminisce about George's life, as I expected to, but also to find you and your relative Damon to be warm and intelligent people. I left a bit unsatisfied only that I didn't get to spend more time there with you both, and hope that I'll be able to do so again so as to more fully know you both. In the meantime I wanted to pass on my address and phone, in case you similarly desire contact, and to pass on my thanks for hosting us over the weekend.
Hoping to correspond more,
Jon
I know our previous visit was short but I had a very memorable experience. It was great not only to reminisce about George's life, as I expected to, but also to find you and your relative Damon to be warm and intelligent people. I left a bit unsatisfied only that I didn't get to spend more time there with you both, and hope that I'll be able to do so again so as to more fully know you both. In the meantime I wanted to pass on my address and phone, in case you similarly desire contact, and to pass on my thanks for hosting us over the weekend.
Hoping to correspond more,
Jon
Friday, June 12, 2009
Wild Bill Hickok: Pistoleer, Peace Officer And Folk Hero
James Butler Hickok, of Abilene, had a reputation as the Old West's premier gunfighter or "man-killer" that made him a legend in his own lifetime--a distinction shared by few of his gunfighting contemporaries. Thanks to an article in Harper's New Monthly Magazine in February 1867 and some other colorful accounts published in the mid-1860s, Hickok, or rather "Wild Bill," as he was generally called, was soon elevated from regional to national status. And since his death in 1876, he has achieved worldwide fame.
Credited with the deaths of 100 or more badmen, Hickok emerged as perhaps the most prolific man-killer of his generation. But when some of his critics branded him a "red-handed murderer," his reaction was predictable. Hickok admitted his flaws and vices as do most people, but he reckoned that being called a red-handed murderer was going too far. In February 1873, it was widely reported that he had been shot dead by Texans at Fort Dodge in Kansas.
Worse, it was suggested that, like all men of his kind, he had died with his boots on. Wild Bill broke his silence of some years and wrote angrily to several newspapers, declaring, "No Texan has, nor ever will 'corral William.'"
The real Hickok, however, was in complete contrast to his newspaper-inspired desperado image. Rather, he was gentlemanly, courteous, soft-spoken and graceful in manner, yet left no one in any doubt that he would not "be put upon," and if threatened would meet violence with violence. In appearance at least, Hickok matched his myth. He was a broad-shouldered, deep-chested, narrow-waisted fellow, over 6 feet tall, with broad features, high cheekbones and forehead, firm chin and aquiline nose.
An anonymous admirer in the Chicago Tribune of August 25, 1876, wrote that in his rapid and accurate use of his Navy pistols, Wild Bill had no equal. He then said: "The secret of Bill's success was his ability to draw and discharge his pistols, with a rapidity that was truly wonderful, and a peculiarity of his was that the two were presented and discharged simultaneously, being 'out and off' before the average man had time to think about it. He never seemed to take any aim, yet he never missed. Bill never did things by halves. When he drew his pistols it was always to shoot, and it was a theory of his that every man did the same."
Some of those alleged feats have been duplicated by modern gun experts. Although tests carried out during the 1850s had proved that Colt's Model 1851 Navy revolver was accurate in the hands of an expert at 200 yards, Wild Bill, like most of his contemporaries, was more concerned with its accuracy and reliability at 10 or 20 feet. As the anonymous writer for the Tribune and others have pointed out, Hickok's ability to get a pistol or pistols into action "as quick as thought" furthers the awe-inspiring image of a pistoleer who had no equal in the Wild West.
Wild Bill left it to his reputation to deter most would-be rivals, while the legend builders eagerly spread the word. But it is doubtful even they realized how much Hickok's murder at the hands of the back-shooting coward Jack McCall in a Deadwood saloon in August 1876 would immortalize Wild Bill Hickok as a Western legend.
James Butler Hickok, of Abilene, had a reputation as the Old West's premier gunfighter or "man-killer" that made him a legend in his own lifetime--a distinction shared by few of his gunfighting contemporaries. Thanks to an article in Harper's New Monthly Magazine in February 1867 and some other colorful accounts published in the mid-1860s, Hickok, or rather "Wild Bill," as he was generally called, was soon elevated from regional to national status. And since his death in 1876, he has achieved worldwide fame.
Credited with the deaths of 100 or more badmen, Hickok emerged as perhaps the most prolific man-killer of his generation. But when some of his critics branded him a "red-handed murderer," his reaction was predictable. Hickok admitted his flaws and vices as do most people, but he reckoned that being called a red-handed murderer was going too far. In February 1873, it was widely reported that he had been shot dead by Texans at Fort Dodge in Kansas.
Worse, it was suggested that, like all men of his kind, he had died with his boots on. Wild Bill broke his silence of some years and wrote angrily to several newspapers, declaring, "No Texan has, nor ever will 'corral William.'"
The real Hickok, however, was in complete contrast to his newspaper-inspired desperado image. Rather, he was gentlemanly, courteous, soft-spoken and graceful in manner, yet left no one in any doubt that he would not "be put upon," and if threatened would meet violence with violence. In appearance at least, Hickok matched his myth. He was a broad-shouldered, deep-chested, narrow-waisted fellow, over 6 feet tall, with broad features, high cheekbones and forehead, firm chin and aquiline nose.
An anonymous admirer in the Chicago Tribune of August 25, 1876, wrote that in his rapid and accurate use of his Navy pistols, Wild Bill had no equal. He then said: "The secret of Bill's success was his ability to draw and discharge his pistols, with a rapidity that was truly wonderful, and a peculiarity of his was that the two were presented and discharged simultaneously, being 'out and off' before the average man had time to think about it. He never seemed to take any aim, yet he never missed. Bill never did things by halves. When he drew his pistols it was always to shoot, and it was a theory of his that every man did the same."
Some of those alleged feats have been duplicated by modern gun experts. Although tests carried out during the 1850s had proved that Colt's Model 1851 Navy revolver was accurate in the hands of an expert at 200 yards, Wild Bill, like most of his contemporaries, was more concerned with its accuracy and reliability at 10 or 20 feet. As the anonymous writer for the Tribune and others have pointed out, Hickok's ability to get a pistol or pistols into action "as quick as thought" furthers the awe-inspiring image of a pistoleer who had no equal in the Wild West.
Wild Bill left it to his reputation to deter most would-be rivals, while the legend builders eagerly spread the word. But it is doubtful even they realized how much Hickok's murder at the hands of the back-shooting coward Jack McCall in a Deadwood saloon in August 1876 would immortalize Wild Bill Hickok as a Western legend.
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