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THE WALL STREET JOURNAL
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The Harvard Business Review
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OneZero
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THE VERGE
Collaboration on nonprofit technology in academia and beyond
I'm currently attending the International Digital Media and Arts Association's annual conference, which primarily draws academics who work and teach in digital media. This afternoon's panel on Innovations in Teaching/Learning: Public Service/Civil Engagement...
Watch and record HD TV on your Mac — now in Canada!
If you want to turn your Mac into a TV set or PVR (personal video recorder) you have a few good options -- unless you want to record in High Definition (HD). HD recording takes advantage of that large TV or LCD you've plugged into your Mac, and is the only option for...
Is Twitter devouring itself?
Twitter lists have been around for all of one week and already there is a site that exists to make a list of lists. So I am hereby inaugurating my new Twitter destination site, consisting of this one page, on which I will offer a definitive list of the lists of Twitter lists.
How a bad haircut created the risk tolerance to go open-source
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When I was a kid I had the shortest hair of any girl in my class because my mum couldn’t face the hassle of hair maintenance. As soon as I got old enough to take care of it myself, I grew my hair as long as possible, and by the time I graduated from university it reached halfway down my back. Then I got my first real job and needed a grown-up look, so I gritted my teeth and asked for a modest trim. Instead, my stylist sheared me back to my ear-baring elementary school years, and I left the salon in an emotional state usually reserved for breakups and natural disasters.
That trauma led to an important discovery: hair grows back.