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I dived into "The Hard Thing about Hard Things" to hopefully become a better CTO. Granted, the advice in the book is definitely aimed at C-level people, but I think CEOs will find much more insight into it than I did. Ben Horowitz saw the rise and fall of Netscape, among other things, and was actually the one to drive the battle forward.

 

The gist Fahrenheit 451 is the temperature at which paper catches fire. The book presents a fictional universe in which reading is both illegal and irrelevant. Reading is a sin because it triggers thinking and questioning of authority in a world in which instant gratification and...

Why did Tomb Raider had to be reinvented? What was wrong with the generously breasted, fully lipped flawless female pistol wielder that used to territorial piss on ancient tombs with lame British jokes? If you look back in the press, it seems as if the Indiana Jones femme fatale concept has suddenly become exhausted, at least from the game publisher’s point of view. Does this mean that games are growing up, or is this the direct result of the fact that the demographics of players are changing, that women are slowly taking their rightful place at the keyboard and gamepad?

What if you could have the ideal Kafkaesque experience, without losing your humanity? What if YOU, instead of Gregor Samsa, "awake one morning from uneasy dreams and find yourself transformed in your bed into a gigantic insect"? "The Plan" is a nifty 15-minute experience that gives you exactly this literary, yet visceral, opportunity.

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth. And God said, "Let there be light," and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. God called the light "day," and the darkness he called it "night." By the sixth day, we are told that God also created man. And then, in the seventh day, he decided to rest, content of what He had created. Bearing Schopenhauer in mind, I prefer to believe we are still in the seventh day, contemplating a God that has hidden himself from his creation, leaving this world for a less complex one: in his free time, God… is playing The Sims.

It is said that love goes through the stomach. Sunny chicken drumsticks, fine sauces, barmy sweets, they all sacrifice themselves for the feeling of love to purely prevail. For P. B. Winterbottom, who is a sort of ironic Daniel Day-Lewis clone (just imagine him playing the butcher in Gangs of New York), the ode to food is even more important, because his whole life goes through the above-mentioned stomach.