Sure, I understood what gracias, buenos dias and por favor meant when I was a kid. But the first Spanish phrase I ever lived was “mi casa es su casa.”

Sure, I understood what gracias, buenos dias and por favor meant when I was a kid. But the first Spanish phrase I ever lived was “mi casa es su casa.”

Look around you – ideas are everywhere. But it’s what you do with your idea that makes all the difference.

I have a dirty little secret. I can’t type. There, I said it. I mean, I can type, but I can’t “type” (eyes locked on the screen, both hands on the keyboard, fingers perfectly placed on a,s,d,f,j,k,l,;). This wouldn’t be a big deal, but I write for a living.

I may be living with a robot. Besides actually trying to talk like a robot, walk like a robot and calling himself “T-900” (which I think is one of the coolest names for a robot ever), my three-year-old son runs on apps.

Technology is beautiful. It shrinks the world at breakneck speed and connects us to information and, more importantly, each other in real time more easily than ever. But sometimes technology isn’t beautiful. Sometimes it’s downright ugly.
