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Total Rip-off Tuesday, Deux

Yeah, I know, but this is good. Chris Dixon writing about blogging to learn, which is exactly how I feel about blogging:

People blog for all sorts of reasons. For me, it is mostly about learning. This wasn’t my original intention – it evolved over time. Now I see blogging as part of a continuous learning process:
- Start every morning by skimming through news, blogs, articles, etc. Much of this is tech related. I used to get tech news in the newspaper, then in Google Reader, and now mostly from Twitter. If someone I meet mentions something interesting that was published that I didn’t read, I go back and figure out how I missed it and change who I follow on Twitter so it doesn’t happen again.
- Try to meet with interesting people during the week. The reason being up on tech news is important is so that we can get the most out of the meetings. Often we’ll talk about whatever each of us is working on at the time but it’s also good to have news or blog posts as shared reference points. This makes the meetings more interesting for everyone.
- Try to learn at least one interesting thing each week and then blog about it. Then see how people react in comments, on Twitter etc. I guess some bloggers don’t like comments but for me they are the crucial so that I can get feedback on new hypotheses. Blogging new hypotheses also means a decent portion of your blog posts need to be ignored or ridiculed. Otherwise you are playing it too safe.

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I saw you
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as you guided
your little man across that busy street.

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big man boots
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a Mickey Mouse hat
that bounced
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your big man boots
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a spot where the asphalt broke.

You turned to look,
holding out a hand to
your little man.
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just making sure
he got up
on that sidewalk.

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in your big man boots,
face into a cold Michigan wind,
with the little man behind,
his hat bouncing.