When I was 13, my brother and I would climb a big old mango tree on the edge of our yard. The best time was early in the evening, when you could see the traffic lights on top of the nearest hill, and behind that, the glow of the city…

For the days I work from home (4 out of 5 these days) I’ve started creating a bit of a structure and rhythm — a welcome change after being a little too ad hoc in most areas of my life this year (young kids, starting a business etc). …

Not your products or services. Not your values or mission statement. Not even your donations to charity. The best way to make people care? Make a connection. Tell the story in their words — not yours. Make it believable. Show that you understand the bigger picture — and your place in it. Be memorable.

I was reading Seth Godin’s piece “The magic wand store is closed” over lunch and it occurred to me that many of us spend so much time trying to find that wand, that if we just spent it on solving the actual problem — doing the thing we actually say…

Or, The Paradox of Civilisation. “Civilised” could nearly be swapped out for modern; I picked “civilised” because it included a degree of diplomacy (or rules of engagement) that “modern” doesn’t quite cover off on. And if you are from the US, pretend you read “civilization”. PS. I am sure someone much smarter than me has coined it far more eloquently in the relevant texts. If that’s the case, I plead using “common words” as my defence.

On being a cork bobbing in a beautifully angry ocean. Dale Staples locking and loading. January 28, 2015. (All images property of Hamish Wyatt) (REMEMBER TO LOG IN AND RECOMMEND THIS STORY) Just under 24 hours after arriving from Australia, I was standing in the pre-dawn dark at the Ehukai…

An experiment in near live cross-country digital audio transcription. Anything is possible in Las Vegas — including weddings on pirate ships on tiny oceans. How parallel transcript production processes allowed a team of transcribers to deliver transcripts faster than ever before. When we arrived at the Golden Nugget one warm Fall morning in October, we were excited. And more than a little nervous.