“There’s no doubt social media can make a number of work tasks infinitely easier. But it can also be a land mine of potential snafus that at best cause professional embarrassment — and, at worst, cost you your job.”
 — My initial reaction was, “Huh, I thought I canceled my subscription to The American Journal of No Fucking Shit,” but the more that I think about it the more that I realize these are lessons we need to learn over and over and over and no matter how many times we see them it is never enough, so sure, go ahead and add this to the arsenal. Also, that bit of mansplaining above? PRINT IT OUT AND GLUE IT TO YOUR MONITOR IF NECESSARY, but try to burn it into your brain.

“A few weeks ago, over dinner with half a dozen entrepreneurs and venture capitalists, the question came up again. The table, which included a few people already worth more than $100 million, went quiet. One man in his late 30s twirled the stem of his wine glass as he thought. Then he tipped back his head, downed his pinot noir and said, ‘one billion,’ his glass landing back on the table with a thud. ‘That’s it. That’s my number. One billion dollars.’ The others nodded.”
 — How much money would you take to walk away from it all? [Related]

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You remember Cody the screaming dog, no doubt, that viral dog video from last summer. (If you don’t… get ready.) Cody screams. Screams as if all of life is endless torture. Maybe you didn’t look very closely though. That’s right. Maybe you were just looking at Cody. Not the spaces between.

What did Cody know and when did he know it? Stay woke… dog.

What if True Detective is about Time Warner pic.twitter.com/B76aBczM1t

— Edith Zimmerman (@edithzimmerman) February 11, 2014

★★★ Contrails were all around, spreading out or meandering or being laid down sharp and fresh in the direction of Newark. By now some of the snowbanks had flattened into sheets or comforters, their undercut edges floating a quarter inch above the sidewalk. A row of overlapping concentric ripples collided in the long puddle at the edge of a scaffold, under a constant barrage of dripwater. A skunk smell floated up Lafayette in the vicinity of the lined-up skate-wear shoppers. Misery was in full retreat. On the way back in the evening, the water was still splatting from the same scaffold, undiminished.

“[R]ight now, if I had to wager on what might be the next pork belly or kale salad, I’d put my chips on bologna,” says David Chang.

“Text Free Browsing is part art project, part Chrome plug-in that turns off all of the text on any website.”

You know, if Onyx, A$AP Ferg and Sean Price don’t fucking care, can you imagine how I feel? Never has a track better reflected my “oh my God are you kidding me with this week” Friday ennui. Enjoy. [Via]

“Devoted dog owners often claim that their pets understand them. A new study suggests they could be right.” [Related?]

“Garrick Utley, a former anchor for NBC News who for many years was one of a rare breed in television news reporting, a full-time foreign correspondent, died on Thursday night at his home in Manhattan. He was 74.”