Sunday, October 24, 2010

Facebook Connect

I am not a coder, nor do I understand most of what is said when I read about or listen to people talk about code. Even so, it seems that Facebook Developers' tools would allow me to do the technical things that I believe will make my site unique and more useful than existing sites.

This page lists many of the permissions a site can obtain from a user using Facebook Login as the default site login. Some of the things I would like to do, like access group data, would require extended permission codes, which people may be hesitant to allow. This means that I will have to ensure that my site's features, especially the friend and group based focus, are simple enough and compelling enough to convince users to give it a try.


After an LSAT, a leadership retreat, and a Teach for America interview, I'm ready to jump back in and plug away at this thing called entrepreneurship. October really showed how important it is that an entrepreneur's idea can and is and must be his baby, that nothing is more important, even if those other things floating around are much more real and tangible than an idea in one's head. I've lost almost an entire month so now it's time to get my act together and put things at full speed.

My Dad sent me a website he thought was similar to my idea: It's a superbly organized and it looks great. It is similar to my idea in that it connects service organizations to volunteers. It also seems to be mostly targeted to high school students, which would be part of my target audience. The difference, though, is that mine would connect to Facebook, which allows for a viral marketing effect to happen in a much quicker and more efficient manner.

One of the best things about SweatMonkey? It's creator was a sophomore in high school!

Monday, October 4, 2010


Found in a pocket journal, dated 5/12/09

Words rise from gaping mouths
Empty sounds with meaningless power
Light pierces from their eye, from your eye
Piercing my heart, pith giving fire
consuming my whole

Words rise from gaping mouths
Empy sounds with meaningless power
Warmth spreads from my hand,
your touch drying my tear-soaked depths
stilling my shivers

Words rise from gaping mouths
Empty sounds with meaningless power
Saying more in their silent omissions
Than in thousands of speeches before
Unlocking desire, hope, future
though just one of many locks

Words rise from gaping mouths
Empty sounds with meaningless power

I don't know if I meant to add more stanzas, the apparent pattern would seem to say "yes" but maybe ending there was supposed to be a resounding "no."