Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Terry Crews. Boom.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Terry Crews. Boom.

“People aren’t using Instagram for photos, WhatsApp for text, Line for stickers… they’re using everything for everything.”

Market Share does count

It’s just not EVERYTHING. iOS is winning as a developer platform in spite of market share because it has a lot of other things in its favor (lower cost of development, better store economics, friendlier download environment). This does not at all mean what a lot of people (who keep using the BMW analogy) seem to think it means. It does NOT mean that market share turns out to be irrelevant. It means that sometimes in rare circumstances market share can be trumped by other factors.

I still think it’s crazy that people would think that it’s OK in a technology product to thrive with 10% market share forever as a stated goal. It will catch up to you eventually.

Austin – View on Path.

“The number of actually novel, non-obvious inventions in the software industry that maybe, in some universe, deserve a government-granted monopoly is, perhaps, two.”

A patent is not a product plan

Hey, people who are watching the patent filings to figure out Apple (and other big companies’) product plans: A patent is not a product plan. Everybody is filing patents all the time on whatever they can make up that has a remote connection to their business. The people filing the patents are not the same as people building products. It’s meaningless.

Also targeted text link advertising it out of control. But seriously, who clicks on this stuff? On what planet is this meaningful?

This happens all the time. In Chrome too. Browsers suck. The web is dead.

gq:

Meet Kim Jong-il’s Personal Sushi Chef

North Korea is a mythically strange land, an Absurdistan, where almost nothing is known about the people or, more important, their missile-launching leaders. There is, however, one man—a humble sushi chef from Japan—who infiltrated the inner sanctum, becoming the Dear Leader’s cook, confidant, and court jester. What is life like serving Kim Jong-il and his heir? A strange and dangerous gig where the food and drink never stop, the girls are all virgins, and you’re never really safe. We sent Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Adam Johnson to meet the man who survived all the craziness:

Fujimoto was the perfect party companion—he was charismatic, expressed his opinions more freely than others, and was always game for another drink. One afternoon, only a few months after he’d returned, he was playing baccarat with Kim Jong-il, who leaned close to him and asked, “Fujimoto, will you stay with me for ten years?”

Kim offered Fujimoto his own sushi restaurant, along with all the proceeds, to be located in Pyongyang’s exclusive Koryo Hotel. Later the same day, Fujimoto flew to Japan to ask his wife for a decade-long separation so he could move to North Korea, a prospect most people would consider a cruel and nightmarish prison sentence.

According to Fujimoto, she said, “What are you talking about? Are you crazy? You could go for three years—the children can bear your absence. But ten years? You’re going to forget about Japan. You’re going to forget about us.”

The karaoke club was freezing. I rubbed my hands together for warmth, but also out of anxiety at the notion of a man hitting up his family for a ten-year pass.

I asked Fujimoto, “Why not take your family with you to North Korea?”

He nearly laughed up his coffee.

I would soon discover that Kim Jong-il had offered Fujimoto something else for his ten years, in addition to the restaurant, something Fujimoto had conveniently neglected to mention.

Dear Leader Dreams of Sushi