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It's been really chilled out just hanging out with Ben, Martha and all our friends in the most beautiful place in the world. (And in the middle of it, trying to keep on top of a growing website that's the best way to post things online.)
The wedding starts this afternoon in just 3 hours. This is going to be a blast.
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(From The Boston Globe)
Hey LinkedIn, buddy, you need to get your act together! The inmates are running the asylum in there!
Look, LinkedIn, we've been through a lot together. I used you when nobody else did, when you were an ugly redheaded stepson of a business social network. But now, you know, doors are open. People are coming to you. They need you now... you're important. God bless you. I am happy for that... but I'm talking to you as a friend. Don't be that guy. You know what I'm talking about -- the guy who gets big and forgets to do the little things. The things that make us love you. You're really hard and complicated now. You have too many features that are weird and confusing. What is going on between us with this screen?
It's the invitations screen. How hard could it be? You click "Accept" or "I don't know this guy" -- but why do I have to go to the individual page to see the invitation? Why do I see Ling Kong, my good friend, just knocking on my door with 3 invitations in a row? WHY? You should just have one line per person. Why do crufty invitations stick around in this box? Just get rid of them. They're not actionable anymore. Why do I have to deal with multiple pages of just garbage? I just don't get it. Don't make me go to the next page. Paging is SOOOO 1999.
How did I end up with 212 blocked invitations? I didn't set that. I wanted those invitations to filter direct to me. You are leaving free interaction on the table here -- this is free money! Don't automatically put me on the most strict spam blocking... it's a social network, I *WANT* more people in my network. Look, you're officially on notice. I know you might not need me anymore, but sooner or later, one day... your ego and your incompetence will catch up to you. And a little startup like ours will come and eat your breakfast and punch you in the face, and then you'll wonder how you lost it all. I don't want that to happen to you. I like you. Let's be friends again... I'm in if you're in.