Verse 1 And the start of world war iii And the start of world war iii We the were at war with ourselves Never meant to feel it in another mans arms Pre-Chorus Before the war she was perfect Before the war she was perfect Chorus So war, war, war Yes, all of them Sing it out for me War, war, war, yeah, yeah Verse 2 And everything that we do Is like a fast ride It oughta be a crime But these are the days a young girl livin his life Pre-Chorus Now sometimes life brings winter The cold war. All the street signs glow Chorus So war, war, war Yes, all of them Sing it out for me War, war, war, yeah, yeah Bridge Getting off the war ground Each town I go, it feels like a limit Chorus So war, war, war Yes, all of them Sing it out for me War, war, war, yeah, yeah
And when we came home, I put my feet upon the ground And then I read my books until I returned to the thinking You better get your books up You better get your books up Crawl into my book, enjoy my masterpiece Feeling on your body, wanna take you to paradise
Do not anthromorphize corporations. They exploit that.
A few months ago, I was missing my old friend and former Business Week tech columnist Steve Wildstrom, who died in 2015. I wanted to see a picture of him, but finding one would be a “needle in a haystack” problem. Then I remembered that we were once together in Berlin, so I typed in that word in Google Photos and up came pictures from that 2008 trip.
I really, really dislike Google by now, agree with the article in general and don't mean to victim blame, but ignoring Google for a second: I can't believe how incredibly lazy people still are about their data. If "your photos" aren't files on your own physical storage devices, organized into a folder structure you actually thought about and are willing to adapt and improve over the years, they're not your photos, and you should get your shit sorted. Learn what you have to and, ask for help whom you have to in order achieve some basic independence in your personal affairs.