"Good artists copy, great artists steal."

Thank you to Steve Jobs for that pearl of wisdom. One would think, with that mentality, stealing would be somewhat tolerated. Not so, apparently. Stealing is only tolerated if Apple is the thief.

We have always been shameless about stealing great ideas.

• Triumph of the Nerds (1996)

But don't you dare steal a stolen idea from Apple.

Thank you for everything

I am glad I was lucky enough to be born in America. I can disagree with the government without fear of imprisonment. I can disagree with religion without fear of being stoned to death.

I can have black friends, Chinese friends, straight friends, gay friends, religious friends, atheist friends, and many others without fear of government or religious persecution.

We, as Americans, can afford these luxuries because of the sacrifices of the brave men and women of our Armed Forces. Whether it is a sacrifice of too much time spent away from your loved ones...

Forget the Rolex! Give me a Pebble!

It all started in the 1880's with the development of the motion picture camera. We could stare at a blank wall and watch something that happened in the past. Since then, we have had an obsession with screens. Movie screens, television screens, computer screens, smartphone screens. With the announcement last month about Google's Project Glass, the question now is, what won't have a screen on it?

I'm right, and you're wrong! Nyah, nyah, nyah!

Social media, at its best, is a nice two-way street. One person posts something to their own Facebook wall, to which a friend comments on, and a small conversation will take place through the site. Same thing with Twitter, except the conversation takes place through @ replies and DM's.

Now, I'm assuming that if we are friends on Facebook, then we are friends in real life, or we're family. There is also the possibility that we have something in common that connected us, like a mutual friend or a particular interest. My point, is if we're 'friends' on Facebook, then one of us had to have sent the other a friend request, which was accepted. Twitter and Google+ are slightly different, but that is beside the point.

Memories with a Mustang

On April 22, 1966, my grandfather, Harold Shaw, walked into the showroom of Hub Motor City Sales in Atlanta, and drove out in a brand new, candy apple red 1966 Ford Mustang. Big Hal (as we called him) was an incredibly smart man, but I doubt even he could fathom the future of his $2,781.50 purchase nor the memories it would create.