Blog of Josh Hall

Get it in writing.  Otherwise, It’s your fault if they don’t follow through.

Typing 2 spaces after a period at the end a sentence is wrong.

Maybe “wrong” is too strong, but it’s not right.  Don’t believe me?  Go ask the experts, like the Modern Language Association – http://www.mla.org/style_faq3

It stems back to the old days of typewriters, where each character took up the same “space” as any other character.  Skinny letters like I and l took up the same space as M and W, which would leave sentences looking broken apart and disorganized.  So, the double space rule was implemented to make paragraphs easier to read.

I guess it’s up to you to follow the rules, but they’re there.  Let’s see people try to enforce them.

Brought to you courtesy of Slate.

“The internet should always be a place of truth, not deception.”

– George Washington

Here’s a link to hear all 30 of the NHL goal horns.

http://www.theawl.com/2011/04/the-nhls-goal-horns-in-order
Pittsburgh Penguins Goal Horn by TheAwl

Washington Capitals Goal Horn by TheAwl
Boston Bruins Goal Horn by TheAwl

your key chain should be smaller than your open hand.  Meaning, if you can’t hold your key chain in your hand because you have too many stuffed animals, gizmos, pictures, cell phones, keys, toys, mirrors, shiny things on it, you have a problem.

I’m hugging a pillow
But I wish I had my arms around you
The road winds around a mountain
And I enjoy the never-ending view
The farthest peak seems so far
But you’re beyond them still
And if I could drive that distance, I would
But a car will never get me there

I’m listening to the mix tape I made
Between the road, tires, and my mind, a serenade
The symphony of rubber meets asphalt
The harmony of driving without halt
They all intertwine to form a musical epic
And I’m living in that moment
Because it’s the only one there will ever be.
And it’s along the way to destiny.

The wheel and my stomach turn
Along these back roads and high hopes
The tachometer becomes my time piece
And it ticks away as I dream
With both hands on the wheel, I’m not moving
But everything around me is whirling by
And I see the exit out of the corner of my eye

Big green signs dot my highway
And display names of places that I’ve never been
To meet names and faces that I’ve never seen
And I’d do that, on my stop for dinner
But I’d only stay for a little while
Wanting to get back on the road; on my way
Seatbelt fastened and ready to drive
Moving like the dead, but feeling so alive.