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Although it took about 35 months for Apps to reach 14 billion downloads, the equivalent time for the Songs was about 80 months. You can see the different “ramp rates” (cumulative totals indexed to the same starting date) for the three media on the following chart.
Via @craigmod and others.
fascinating but would like to see this in a way that captures streaming audio and/or illegal song downloads, and/or corrected to show only paid versions of all three media types.
MADE IN DETROIT
By Ian Sefferman
About the author
My name is Ian Sefferman.
I'm a co-founder at MobileDevHQ. We empower mobile app developers to build successful businesses (with app store optimization and other tools).
I was born Friday, April 13, 1984. I'm from Detroit, MI. I went to college in Chicago, IL. After college, I moved to Seattle, WA, then Los Angeles, CA, and now back to Seattle, WA.
Contact me at iseff@iseff.com.
A slightly different Memorial Day
Those who know me know I love the fact that I come from a family with one side of New York Jews and the other side of Brits. My Mom was born in England and moved to the states (after a stint in Canada) around the time she was entering high school. While much of my Dad’s side’s history is somewhat lost (through likely name changes, language barriers, the Holocaust, etc), it’s a lot easier to track back my Mom’s side.
A few years ago, my Gran heard a story about how her uncle, a soldier in the British Army, died in the US. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much known about where/when. Her and my Grandad took a trip to Virginia’s Poplar Grove National Cemetery, where, with the help of many park rangers and cemetery caretakers, they ended up finding my great-great uncle’s burial place. George Symons died of the flu in 1918 while at Fort Lee training US soldiers hand-to-hand combat for WWI.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t much marking his grave site, as he was the only British soldier to be buried in this US cemetery.
Over the ensuing years, the National Park Service, British Embassy, and my Gran went to work learning the story of his life and death, and arranging a proper grave site. This past weekend many of my mom’s side of the family traveled back to Virginia for a memorial service where a British Lt. Col. unveiled a new grave stone and gave a speech to a small crowd about the very interesting circumstances that led to one of the only British soldiers to ever be buried in an American war cemetery.
It was great to hear how happy my grandmother was with this outcome, and I personally think it’s a terrific story.
Read more about it in the Hopewell News & Patriot.
Best TV boss speech ever?
Serious Question: Ustream just completely makes up fake comments on channels. Deceitful and wrong, or appropriate and helpful to get visitors to contribute?
Keep The Ride Alive Day: A Day to Recognize Your Potential as an Individual
On April 18, 1775, Paul Revere and other riders set out to warn farmers and villagers throughout America that the time had come to fight for freedom. As individuals, these riders combined to help launch the American quest for independence- an independence that gave each of us the opportunity and the freedom to engage in our own individual rides to make a difference.
So on April 18th, we salute Paul Revere and the others who fought for our liberty. They each demonstrated the power of a single individual and force of a united nation. To them we owe not only a debt of great gratitude, but also the responsibility to Keep The Ride Alive— as a reminder to ourselves of our own potential as individuals.
One of my favorite days of the year. Wear your individuality proudly today. Such a good holiday for everyone, especially entrepreneurs. (And happy Passover, too.)
I am supposed to think that [Tiger Wood is] a poor role model — that he’s an adulterer, that he’s selfish, that he’s a phony, that he behaves badly on golf courses, that he’s someone I wouldn’t want my son to emulate some day. That’s horses—-. I want my son to know that people screw up, that nobody is perfect, that you can learn from your foibles. I want my son to watch “The Natural” someday, hear Roy Hobbs say, “Some mistakes you never stop paying for,” and know that it’s not just words in a movie. I want my son to know that you haven’t lived until you’ve fought back, that you haven’t won until you’ve lost, that you can’t understand what it’s like to relish something until you’ve suffered, too. I want him to understand that it’s the 21st century, that we sit around picking our heroes apart all day, that we expect them to be superhuman at all times, that we get pissed off when they aren’t, that it’s hypocritical if you really think about it.
I want my son to know that great athletes are meant to be appreciated, not emulated. He can steal Tiger’s fist pump without wanting to become him. He can play Tiger’s video game without feeling like Tiger is his best friend. He can imitate Tiger’s swing without getting the urge to bed every cocktail waitress and model he meets. We should have learned by now that athletes aren’t role models in the traditional sense — they exist to entertain us and inspire us, and that’s really it.
If my son needs a role model, and he will, that person should be me. I don’t need Tiger to teach my child how to behave. I need him to teach my son that it’s fun to watch golf. Yesterday was the first lesson. There was a putt, and a roar, and a fist pump, and then my son screaming “Again!” Only Tiger Woods could have made it happen. It’s a gift.
Bill Simmons, The Gift of Tiger Woods. (emphasis mine.)
A little Frank Lloyd Wright action while taking the dog for an afternoon walk. (Taken with picplz in Los Angeles, CA.)
Looks like Kanye’s All of the Lights is going to be my theme song this week.
