So i just found out if you add a picture to a post on the iPad it’ll remove all the content you’ve already added… Maybe I did something wrong, not cool!

Live Demo

For $14 and the cost of a monthly hosting package on Godaddy, You can set up your own Newsletter & Opt-in system.

Your probably like me, looking for a way to set up an Opt-In email or newsletter system without getting gouged every month, so I found this alternative. The ‘Newsletter Mailer’ is a PHP script driven application that’s easy to set up, and runs on almost any server.  I set mine up on a Godaddy virtual server thats $4.99 a month…

In order to run the Newsletter Mail you need a web server with these specifications:

• PHP 5.2 or higher, with the SPL extension (standard)
• Limited network access to connect to remote SMTP servers
• 8 MB or more memory limit (Swift Mailer uses around 2 MB)

Quick Installation

1. Create a mysql database for the “Newsletter Mailer” on your web server, as well as a MySQL user who has all privileges for accessing and modifying it.
2. Place the Newsletter Mailer files in the desired location on your web server.
3. Make the tmp and conf folder writeable.
4. Visit the Newsletter Mailer in your Browser.

More Information:

1. Installation
2. Mailserver Configuration
3. Manage Subscribers
4. Import Subscribers from DB
5. Subscription Form
6. Create a Newsletter
7. Newsletter Statistics
8. Create a Campaign
9. The Template Concept
10. Create a Template
11. Setup Cronjobs
12. Sources and Credits

If you need any help setting up, feel free to leave a comment and I’ll see if I can help… Or contact the guy who made it via his Code Canyon account

“Jobs isn’t widely known for his association with philanthropic causes”, compared to Bill Gates’ efforts. After resuming control of Apple in 1997, Jobs eliminated all corporate philanthropy programs“

Microsoft on the other hand…

“In the United States, Microsoft matches each employee contribution — up to $12,000 annually; this includes a match for gifts of time as well as money. When employees volunteer their time in the community, Microsoft donates $17 per every hour volunteered to the eligible organizations they serve. This program has been in place for only one year, and already employees have volunteered for more than 110,000 hours.”

Sometimes the companies we respect  just don’t respect others as much.

Thanks for keeping us posted reddit.

And think about all the people who helped you get to where you are today.

1. Exercise daily.
2. Get serious about gratitude.
3. See your work as a craft.
4. Expect the best and prepare for the worst.
5. Keep a journal.
6. Plan a schedule for your week.
7. Know the 5 highest priorities of your life.
8. Say no to distractions.
9. Drink a lot of water.
10. Improve your work every single day.
11. Get a mentor.
12. Hire a coach.
13. Get up at 5 am each day.
14. Eat less food.
15. Find more heroes.
16. Be a hero to someone.
17. Smile at strangers.
18. Be the most ethical person you know.
19. Don’t settle for anything less than excellence.
20. Savor life’s simplest pleasures.
21. Save 10% of your income each month.
22. Spend time at art galleries.
23. Walk in the woods.
24. Write thank you letters to those who’ve helped you.
25. Forgive those who’ve wronged you.
26. Remember that leadership is about influence and impact, not title and accolades.
27. Create unforgettable moments with those you love.
28. Have 5 great friends.
29. Become stunningly polite.
30. Unplug your TV.
31. Read daily.
32. Avoid the news.
33. Be content with what you have.
34. Pursue your dreams.
35. Be authentic.
36. Be passionate.
37. Say sorry when you know you should.
38. Never miss a moment to celebrate another.
39. Have a vision for your life.
40. Know your strengths.
41. Focus your mind on the good versus the lack.
42. Be patient.
43. Don’t give up.
44. Clean up your messes.
45. Use impeccable words.
46. Travel more.
47. Honor your parents.
48. Tip taxi drivers well.
49. Be a great teammate.
50. Give no energy to critics.
51. Spent time in the mountains.
52. Know your top 5 values.
53. Shift from being busy to achieving results.
54. Innovate and iterate.
55. Speak less. Listen more.
56. Be the best person you know.
57. Make your life matter.

Source

1. Login to your Facebook and go to your Notes App

2. Click on the blue RSS Icon and copy the RSS Feed URL

3. Login to your WordPress site & install the plugin ‘feedwordpress‘

4. Navigate down the left sidebar to the ‘Syndication’ link and click on Syndication – Paste the RSS feed you copied from Facebook into the ‘New Source’ section. Then Click the ‘Add’ button.

5. Click ‘Use This Feed’ (duh I know)

6. Time to change some settings! Go to ‘Syndication’ – ‘Feeds & Updates’

Change ‘cron job or manual updates’ to ‘automatically check for updates after page load’

Click Save Changes at the top right of the page.

7. Now go to ‘Syndication’ – ‘Posts & Links” – Click the ‘The Local copy on this website’ button, and Save Changes

8. Go to the ‘ Syndication’ – ‘Categories & Tags’ and configure the settings like the ones below… You can always customize this  of course to make the content come into your site differently.

9. Your now ready to bring in your Notes! Go back to the main Syndication link, and click ‘Update Now’

10. Check your posts! You should be all set!

Kyle Cease currently runs Stand-Up Comedy Bootcamp The camp’s goal is to teach people to become well rounded comedians. He claims to teach his customers how to get through writing blocks, confidence issues, and meeting top star comedians.

While still keeping residence in Bothell, Washington, his hometown, he was cast as Bogey Lowenstein in the 1999 movie 10 Things I Hate About You. Right after the film, he moved to Los Angeles Two years later he was featured in Not Another Teen Movie, as the slow clapper. In the same year, he released his first CD, “Wait Your Turn.” He has made appearances on The Martin Short Show, One on One, Tuned Up, VH1′s Super Secret Movie Rules, and in 2005, the movie The Hand Job. Kyle has released a DVD of his nationwide tour called “One Dimple.” The DVD contains a road documentary, commentary and a performance clip of him on Premium Blend. He also acted as a bit player in Comedy Central’s soap-opera-spoof series Strip Mall.

Kyle Cease had a Comedy Central Presents special in 2006. He also auditioned for the fourth season of Last Comic Standing, but was not invited to the second round. He had made various appearances in podcasts such as Geekdrome and Weezy and the Swish.

On January 10, 2007, Kyle Cease announced on his official Myspace blog that he would begin shooting a one hour stand-up special for Comedy Central, due to positive response from his Comedy Central Presents.On March 15, 2007, Cease announced the special would be titled “Weirder, Blacker, Dimpler.” Filming was completed on March 30 in Seattle, Washington at the Moore Theater in downtown Seattle.

Kyle was also one of the contestants in the Comedy Central show, Reality Bites Back; however, he was eliminated in the premiere episode on July 17, 2008. He was also ranked #1 on 2009′s Comedy Central Standup Showdown Finals.

Take a moment to consider where you are in life, are you doing what you really want to do? Are you willing to take 30 days and work 14 hours a day to learn what you need to learn to accomplish your goals? Everyone has what it takes, but not everyone will do what it takes.

Prologue

The flickering stars floated above the red horizon, signaling the onset of night. What remained of the setting sun rested fully on the shining edge of two drawn blades, seemingly splitting them into two halves like the contrasting horizon before them. Clashes and sparks filled the brisk air, as two men took turns moving the other across the green landscape.

Impassable mountains filled the northern horizon, glissading as though sets of blades themselves, and to the east rose magnificent towers of a distant city.  The eyes of the youngest was filled with determination and focus, reacting quickly to the ever changing position of his opponent.  His blade was forged of metal seemingly as ancient as the landscape before them, signed with aged scars. He gripped with such ferocity that it seemed he had no intention of ever letting go.

“You’re more focused than usual tonight,” spoke the oldest of the two, sidestepping what appeared to be a battle ending blow. “tell me, what’s on your mind?”

The younger man calmly realigned to the defensive posture now held by his opponent. His focus did not break or waver in any way. His intentions were clear, he would not be distracted by an attempt at conversation. The only thing that mattered was the milliseconds ahead, each one he seemingly counted in conjuncture with his blades rhythmic dance.

The fight raged on like a storm that managed to control its power in two separate bolts of concentrated energy.  Neither of the two men we’re of extraordinary stature, their strength seemed more mental than physical. They were clothed in robe’s that differed by degree’s of white, the older man’s having a methodically manicured brightness, and the younger’s closer to a tan. Their skirmish continued as the older again spoke;

“I can’t say I’ve ever seen such determination for victory in a trainer, but victory isn’t always the lesson.”

The boy heard the words of the man across his blade, but they flew past his ears as if a breeze. It now seemed as though everything was slowing down, particles of light and the waves of sound joining with the milky essence of time. Nothing had a distinct form, his hands no longer held the blade but it was now joined as an augmentation of his body. The ground below him was no longer a barrier for his feet to intersect with, but was moving in any direction he seemed fit. To him it seemed that the sky was starting to boil over with blue lines of energy, all now converging to a single point at the steel tip of his blade. He could now feel everything around him, the life growing, the air lifting, all felt as though he was running his hand over the texture of a stone.  Was it all in his mind? Or was reality itself adjusting to his view.

It was now clear to the white robed trainer that something strange was occurring. They had been training in a single match since almost mid-day, nothing itself out of the ordinary, but he had never seen someone this inexperienced keep such focus. Most by now would give into the need for rest, and that indeed was the point of the exercise. To learn your limits, to learn how to conserve. But no sign of tiredness filled his opponents eyes. Only what seemed as pure determination itself emanated from the young man’s expression.

The determination he observed on his face soon morphed into what looked as one searching his mind for answers. The boy’s eyes were now sealed shut, and there was something more he could now see. His skin seemed to glow, his blade moving against his in a pure blend of concentrated motion. He took a step back at this, drawing his sword high the customary sign the fight was to be ended. But what he then saw his eyes could not understand.

Blue light poured from the boy’s arms, down through the fingertips and magnifying at his palms. As though he were a torch the area around him lit up white. The blue energy from his hands now shot up the length of his blade, with a blinding radiance that encompassed the whole. Metal gleamed white as if it were just formed in a furnace. It swayed back and forth, splitting the atoms in the air, hissing and cracking. Nothing of this sort had ever been seen by the white robed man, yes nothing he had ever heard of fit this moment.

All was now quite, save the hiss of the blade. The troubled past of the young man, the unknown future, nothing that had at one time seemed important mattered now. He was whole and one with the blade, and he knew now what had to be done. The blue radiant blade he now held seemed as normal to him as the stars and the now set sun.

“Eli,” the old man shouted “put down your blade!” Again the words just seemed as wind, emotionless to his ears. A darkness, a controlled madness brewed deep in him now, born from understanding. He knew what had to be done. Still without words for his trainer and without warning, the young man plunged the blue light into the exposed chest of his trainer. Shimmering white light erupted out his back, ingesting the nights cool brisk darkness. The cry of pain, and the shock of the man’s face before him did not seem as a death. He understood now. He was giving him life, giving him freedom. This is what it all meant. Pulling out the sword, the man dropped to his knees, eyes tired and waning. His breath was harsh, but his tone still strong as he spoke his last.

“What,” he gasped, “will become of you?” The dying man now slumped to the ground, a dark gash replaced the white of his back, and his robe moved to match the scarlet last of the horizon.