“As the details about the bombings in Boston unfold, it’d be easy to be scared. It’d be easy to feel powerless and demand that our elected leaders do something — anything — to keep us safe.

It’d be easy, but it’d be wrong. We need to be angry and empathize with the victims without being scared. Our fears would play right into the perpetrators’ hands — and magnify the power of their victory for whichever goals whatever group behind this, still to be uncovered, has. We don’t have to be scared, and we’re not powerless. We actually have all the power here, and there’s one thing we can do to render terrorism ineffective: Refuse to be terrorized.”

\- Bruce Schneier, [“The Boston Marathon Bombing: Keep Calm and Carry On”](http://www.theatlantic.com/national/archive/2013/04/the-boston-marathon-bombing-keep-calm-and-carry-on/275014/), *The Atlantic*

Weathered

Sometimes, a new product is so clearly superior that, as soon as you see it, you stop using anything else.

For weather, that’s the case with [Forecast.io](http://forecast.io).

Like hiring [Nate Silver](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nate_Silver) as your meteorologist, it collects weather data from a slew of sources, then aggregates it statistically to generate the most accurate, current, local forecast possible. You may know the developers – and the accuracy of their data – from the Dark Skies iPhone app, which can uncannily alert you it’s about to start raining a few minutes before it does.

Combine that data with a clear, user-friendly front end, and you’ve got an easy winner.

*[Nota bene: head to [the same http://forecast.io URL](http://forecast.io) from your iPhone’s browser, and you can install the site as an app, too. Like the desktop version, it will instantly supplant whatever else you’re using now.]*

Size of Dog, Size of Fight

If people look like their dogs, Gemelli was apparently the right choice, as several people have commented that we do somehow look similar.

But as much as we apparently resemble each other physically, it’s in personality that we even more closely overlap. Like me, he’s laid back, overly friendly, and curious enough to get himself into trouble.

And it seems we’re similar in at least one more way. This morning at the dog run, we walked in just in time to see the three largest dogs there – a husky, a flat-coated retriever and a pit bull – neck-deep in a royal rumble in the dead center of the run. As soon as I let Gem off the leash, he immediately took off for the three of them, jumping straight into the middle of the fray.

“Is that little dog yours?” asked the owner of the retriever.

Yes, I told her.

“And he’s how big?”

About twelve pounds.

“Well,” she said, “he definitely has an outsized sense of self-confidence.”

My dog, indeed.

Complements to the Chef

[Ed. note: yes, friends and family who wrote in to correct, I know that the phrase is ‘compliments to the chef’ with an ‘i’. This was an attempt at cleverness – entrepreneurship being a complement to cheffing – that apparently wasn’t so clever after all. Tough crowd.]

Recently, I’ve started to notice how many entrepreneurs are interested in both cooking and photography. Which makes a lot of sense.

Entrepreneurship is basically the art of slogging daily through nebulous victories and vague defeats, for years and years at a time. Successful startups are those where the victories at least slightly outpace the defeats, consistently enough for the edge to compound gradually. Even in today’s world of lean startups, of building minimal viable products and iterating fast and always shipping, the process of slogging and compounding moves excruciatingly slowly. It takes a long time to see anything happen, and an even longer time to see anything incontrovertibly significant – anything big enough to impress your mom or your non-entrepreneur friends.

Like entrepreneurship, cooking and photography are about making something from scratch, and about sharing it with others. Unlike entrepreneurship, they also let you do so exceedingly quickly. Over the course of an afternoon, you can create something that never existed before, yet that’s still good enough to be appreciated by family, friends or the broader world. And it’s not just the immediate validation – that appreciation (or lack thereof) also provides fast and clear feedback to quickly guide iterative improvement.

After a long day of slow slog, it’s hard to explain how very gratifying that can be.

It’s All in the Wrist

Back in 1999, attending the Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas, I stumbled across a small booth at the back of the show from a Canadian company called Research in Motion. While they weren’t drawing much of a crowd, I was hugely intrigued by the product they had just launched, which they were calling a “Blackberry”. It looked like a Motorola two-way pager, but it didn’t send pages – instead, it let people send and receive email.

At that point, most people didn’t care much about – or even have – email on their desktop computers. And everyone I showed the Blackberry to, including the people in the tech and finance worlds I was working with at the time, told me that they would never, ever carry some sort of hand-held email device if they did.

But, even back then, even on a kludgy pager-sized Blackberry, it was clear to me that carrying your email in your pocket all day would completely change your relationship with that email.

Hop to 2012, and the [Pebble Digital Watch](http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/597507018/pebble-e-paper-watch-for-iphone-and-android?ref=email), a Kickstarter project [I blogged about backing last year](https://www.joshuanewman.com/2012/04/watch-this-2/). I received that Pebble about a month ago, I’ve been wearing it on my wrist ever since, and I can honestly say it’s no less of a revolution than that Blackberry.

The downside of the Blackberry, the thing I hadn’t foreseen at the time of my early purchase, was the degree to which those little screens would one day run our lives. If you want to despair about a *Blade Runner* dystopian future, head to any public place, look around, and notice that literally every single person – even, largely, people sitting together in groups – is engaged in their own separate world, entirely mediated by the little glowing screen in their hands.

It’s something I’m guilty of myself. Sure, most of the time, nothing of any import comes in via my phone in the middle of a meeting. But, every so often, something urgent actually does: an important question from Jess, an emergency at work. With that kind of intermittent reinforcement, pretty much every time I’m at coffee or lunch or dinner or drinks, I and the other people there all put our phones on the table, waiting for them to buzz with some update that perhaps plausibly might be important but almost certainly isn’t at all.

Hence the Pebble, which notifies me of calls or texts by buzzing my wrist, while my phone is tucked away in my bag or jacket pocket. That might not sound like a big difference – an interruption is an interruption – but, in fact, it’s a big one. Because I can’t actually respond to those calls or texts from the Pebble, I actually have to decide that responding is important and proactively get my phone out to do so, rather than just reflexively reacting to every ping and ding.

As Viktor Frankl pointed out, choice – as well as our growth and freedom – exists in the space between stimulus and response. The Pebble lets me engage with the stimulus – those texts and calls still roll in – but makes the space just big enough that I can more thoughtfully make the right choices about what, when and where warrants a response.

As I said, it doesn’t sound like much. But, in practice, on my actual wrist, it feels like meaningful progress.

The Devil Inside

Gemelli had terrible gas last night. Terrible. So when he started making meaningful eye contact with me and Jess, we knew what he wanted.

I put a coat and shoes on me, a leash on him, and we both headed downstairs. My plan was to have him poop quickly on a lap around the block, then head back in from the cold; Gem had other ideas.

After fighting it out at the corner for a few minutes – I wanted him to turn up West End Ave., he apparently wasn’t interested – I gave up and told him I’d just follow him.

So he ran across West End, dragging me towards Riverside Drive. I was pretty sure where he wanted to go: the [87th St dog run](http://www.yelp.com/biz/87th-street-dog-run-new-york) in Riverside Park, one of his favorite morning walk stomping grounds.

“I know you like the dog run,” I tried to tell to him, as he pulled me down 88th street, “but your friends won’t be there right now. They’re all at home. Nobody comes to the dog run at 10:30 at night.”

We reached the park, dark and empty, and headed down the winding path and long stairs to the run. As suspected, it was completely deserted.

Still, we went in, and I let Gemelli off leash. He sat down for a minute. Then he took off running, full speed, around the perimeter of the run, howling to the moon at the top of his lungs.

He’s normally a pretty quiet guy – doesn’t even bark all that much – so I wasn’t aware he *could* howl. But howl he did, lap after sprinted lap.

At the end of his fifth or sixth pass, he ran to the dead center of the run, popped a squat, and made the biggest poop of his life.

Finished, he shook himself off, quietly walked over to me. I put his leash back on, and, in the dark, we silently and calmly walked back home.