Public To-Do List

I have a lot of things I want to do, but I never seem to get them done. So I’m posting them here, so you all know what I want to be doing.

1. Give Hashtag.it a serious upgrade. This includes a more refined design and new features.
2. Start building the Twitter management tool that I’ve been dreaming about. I can’t manage my 400+ followees, and I don’t want to cut anyone. I’m determined to make it work with some code-magic.
3. Read a bunch of books. I’ve got a stack a mile high of books I want to read, but I never feel like reading them.

Crossings is at it again

According to an article from the latest addition of Drexel University’s student newspaper, The Triangle, University Crossings is once again performing its sad song and dance routine… taking advantage of students left and right.

I can’t say I’m really surprised, or that I feel bad for the students who stupidly believed that a for-profit company such as the one that runs University Crossings, would really be looking out for their best interest.

Word to the wise for students dealing with landlords.. keep good records and pay attention to what’s going on… 

The article is located here, for those who might like to read it.

what has become of me?

what has become of me? i’m not really sure. the world is so different than it used to be. everything is so focused on right now. we’re always connected, always on and always ready to go.

this global change in perspective seems to be taking a toll on me. when i spend only moments disconnected from the “network,” i feel a longing for it. i’m afraid to miss something: the latest news, places to go, a better option.

even the things i used to find fulfilling, occupying myself in a solitary fashion, leave me afraid that i’ll be passing up something.

i hate this. i feel chained. and why do i have to be constant connected to gain any sort of fulfillment. of course, i’m sure it’s fallacious anyway.

i feel like such a rebel when i reject the trend. if i stay home, or sleep through the day, or ignore my mobile phone’s persistent hum, i get a bleak smirk of accomplishment on my face.  what have i accomplished? to escape the system, i have to forgo the things i once loved. and in the end, have i really escaped? if they wanted to find me,  they could. because i’ve been here all along.