When you think of Web 2.0 what comes to mind and where will it lead us in the next five years?
How will Web 2.0 modify your leisure time?
How will Web 2.0 change the way you work?
Please be specific and provide examples for discussion.
Thank you!
This article was written by Kathakali Chatterjee.
My life was like any other normal Indian professional before coming to the United States a mixture of a little bit of pride and wondering as I was working in one of the most famous retail outlets in India and earning quite a good amount of money.
I was a little frustrated towards the socio-political and economic system of the country (that's every educated Indian's pastime), a subtle undercurrent of passion about chasing my dream future, a satisfaction of having an almost perfect life.
I know this article may tick off 90% of the blogosphere but sometimes the truth stings and a barb or two can bump things back into an entertaining reality.
I skip reading blogs on Thursdays for two reasons: Half Naked Thursday and Thursday Thirteen.
Is the universal human condition one of eternal suffering or one that dares to tempt joy?
Is it our despair that makes us human or is it our happiness?
You must pick one or the other to argue your point. Giving both suffering and joy equal weight as the fair marks of humanity is having it all and that is obvious and ordinary.
No life is lived in pure divisions of exactly 50%. There must be a shading one way or the other and it is within that hue where the answer is revered.
BlogMad, a blog exchange service in beta testing, blew away their databases today and this blog, and my account, were one of the unlucky ones to have everything reset to zero.
BlogMad support tells me there is no way to restore the lost settings.
All that surfing gone.
All that "ranking" gone.
All those earned credits gone.
In the past month I have had three Thank You "notes" emailed to me as a single-slide PowerPoint presentation.
Have you ever received a PowerPoint "Thank You" or have you created one?
Growing up in Nebraska can be a lonely and hard thing. Earth and sky are elements made for crushing.
Each Nebraska horizon beyond the urban core presents only two images you learn early to avoid and they are both found on the visceral level where trembling and genetics meet blood creating the canvas of dreams and the kindling of hope: Bunches of blue sky crouch and stretch above just out of reach, teasing you over and around in what you imagine the ocean must look and feel like; maturity comes in dry pieces you kick and hold in your hand as dust while down beneath your boots rusty slivers of infertile earth scatter telling of dreams ending in sharp shards and hope dead and undone by a landscape that forgives nothing but rain.
As a good Son of Nebraska, I was horrified to learn of the new law passed last Thursday by the Nebraska Unicameral to racially divide -- or let's call it "State Sponsored Vivisection by Race" -- the Omaha Public Schools into three distinct Racial districts: White, Black and Hispanic.
The 45,000 student Omaha school system is 46% White, 31% Black, 20% Hispanic and 3% Asian or American Indian.
Whenever you feel frustrated or overwhelmed or if you get down on yourself and feel the world is against you, turn to the perfect antidote for getting back to the basics of living of a life.
Simply remember all the young soldiers who recently returned to their homeland with shaken brains and arms and legs blown off their bodies on a land that is not their own in a war they never thought would end that way for them.
While those soldiers are reborn from square one, we accept their measure of surly reality as we are jerked back from pitiful thoughts and only-me behavior and all our misplaced countless blessings are quickly found again in the residue of their blood.
There are some ethicists who believe all organ donations must be mandatory and the option to opt out of the program should only be granted in limited conditions concerning religious beliefs or impaired mental state of the donor at the time of death.
The assumption upon death should be the organs of the deceased belong to the corpus of humanity and -- as a matter of believing in each other -- those organs must be recycled to keep the ill alive.
This article was written by Kathakali Chatterjee.
I was talking to a friend of mine a few days back. In fact, he was talking, I was listening to him. He was speaking about his girlfriend (I suppose so), a girl who he was dating for last seven to eight months.
If you aren't aware by now how Microsoft Word saves all revision and review information as a matter of its default behavior, then you need to know any interaction you have with a Word document of your creation -- or if you are reviewing someone else's Word document -- does not protect your identity unless you interactively remove your private information.
At 14-years-old I started in radio in Lincoln, Nebraska as the host of a weekly 10 minute interview show called Unique Youth. I would celebrate kids in the community who were making a positive difference in the lives of others.
Writing the right headline for articles is a task I take seriously as publisher of this blog because a headline is the first chew the eye takes when it visits your site. A good headline is one that entices that eye to swallow and keep gnashing for more. If your headline is without spice, the article is assumed to be tasteless as well.
This article was written by Kathakali Chatterjee.
I know the caste system exists in my home country of India and in my society, but it does not exist in my vicinity now that I live in America.
In India, I belong to a privileged, progressive, middleclass family. At four, I was sent off to live in a residential school as part of the responsibilities of who my parents wished me to become.
My family is far from the most upper class as far as the caste system is concerned.
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