Jeremy Phillips

It appears that Domino’s Pizza has changed their online ordering interface. Now, it subscribes you to their email special offers by default. You’d think companies would learn by now…

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As found on Reddit…

This morning I came across a site that has simply entranced me for some odd reason - Contrariwise: Literary Tattoos. It’s definitely worth giving the site a brief read and possibly popping it into your RSS reader. A few that I really like so far are below.

the tigers have found me

rage, rage

Real Courage

I found a link to the image on Reddit and have no clue who took it. If you do please let me know so I can give credit where it is due. More info on the Yosemite Firefall is available here.

I like to try new things and back in October I decided to try moving my blog off of WordPress. Initially I tried Tumblr, which was decent but didn’t have all the features I was looking for. Then I found Posterous and was generally pretty happy with having my blog there. It was free, fast, stable and had all the features I wanted initially. Then I started having issues; e-mailing a picture would result in 3 or 4 identical posts with only 1 post having a good copy of the picture. I also experienced occasional timeout issues when hitting my site but can’t really complain about that as it’s free.

I figured if I was moving back to WordPress I would take the opportunity to move everything over to jerephil.com, a domain name I registered about a year ago. I’ve been using jerephil as a username for the past two years or so and I have yet to find a site where the username is taken. So everything, except some of the posts I made on Posterous, is now located here. The important ones are done and I’ll be moving the pictures across as time allows.

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
‘ Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!