Supercars PRO is on the app store! This is a pretty big step for me. It’s the first IOS app for me and everything on this project just seemed to flow nicely. Worked with a great team, got the project done on schedule, and had a super time learning the ins and outs of app development. This is the way work should feel.. totally engaged.
Having been a coder for almost a decade.. Is it strange that I just don’t get into the technicalities of it much. I know people who go crazy about the next version of SQL server and the power of the .NET platform :P, and that’s just not me. Like my Macbook, I just want all that stuff to work.
For a while. I almost thought I was on the wrong path. But how times have changed, and at such speed.
Introducing Parse.com – your cloud based back end. What does it mean? It means we can finally ditch SQL, setting up servers and all that stuff. Why? Smarter people have done it for you. All you have to do is hook into their service. It’s like the shackles have been taken off for the first time. You are free at last to create something at the speed of your own thought.
The Surfer’s Path is a mag I first picked up for a flight into Bali, and is now a constant feature in our lounge. Its a cross section of surfing, art, music, photography and travel with a huge dose of environmental conciousness.
“Kind of like myself” we all like to think.
Beautiful photographs of beautiful waves in beautiful locations. The stuff your (wet) dreams are made of. We can’t all be on long voyages chasing the perfect wave, but at least we can read about the seekers while sipping our caffeine.
The writing also happens to be quite good, poetic even. As only a good session in the surf or the haze could inspire. What you won’t find are loud, photoshopped ads peddling the latest in space age surf tech. Custom retros with slick paint are your new eye candy
Non surfing days now means brewing up a fresh cup of coffeee and slipping vicariouly into it’s pages.
The normal curve..
I still remember the day in class when I “got it”.
It was in maths, and it was the normal curve.
Our teacher, his exact desription escapes me now, but I can bet he was wearing those long socks rolled up the knees with khaki shorts, a trend amongst teachers in the days, drew a hump shaped curve on the board, and marked out 3 regions.
The biggest region in the middle he marked “normal”. “Normal” wasn’t a fact or a truth.. It wasn’t even real. The definition of normal was just what was 68% most likely to occur. Or as applied to life, what 68% of people believed in.
And just like that, my whole world changed.
To the highschool trouble maker, this was a revelation. All this time parents had urged you to “be normal” yet wanted you to excel in your studies, be ahead of the normal curve.
Impossible. The only way to be a high scorer, by definition was not to be normal.
This was it, the card up my sleeve which opened the door.
And from then on.. things couldn’t ever be normal again.