Hey guys. The first site, Daily 15, has been taken over since I decided to focus one one project. The guy taking it over is named Murphy, a long time reader and Forum member. I chose him because he is really excited about the project, has a lot good ideas for it, and is really interested in getting other people involved and getting their input.
This note from him:
Hey I'm Murphy. I took over the running of Daily 15 from Tynan about a month ago.
It's been really fun so far and if anyone has any suggestions for challenges or on how to promote the site please contact me at DailyFifteen@googlemail.com or in the BTYB forums. I thought I'd share with you my favourite responses to a challenge we put up a couple of weeks ago.
The challenge was to buy some flowers and give them to an old lady. The first response is from "John"
" She may not have understood English 100%, but she smiled at me and turned back to the flowers to show me her favorites. I kept stressing that I wanted to make sure these flowers were "very nice" and then I told her "because these flowers are going to be for you." The clerk was beaming, but the woman seemed to think I was buying these flowers for a girl, so she kept showing me various bouquets - once she realized these were for her she blushed and objected that the flowers were too expensive (they weren't, $20). I had her pick up her bouquet and while she was smiling at me, a little teary eyed, I hugged her then paid the clerk and ran off to meet up with friends."
The second comment is from "Sammy Two Bits"
"This was weird. She broke down in tears and started screaming "Dobson! Dobson! You've come back to me from that Korean slut!"
Most of the regular readers of the site rightfully left when I stopped posting on it, so please take a minute to check it out and get involved!,Daily15.
Hey Tynan, The suggestion pop-up keeps suggesting these hundred year old articles, which are fine and I have enjoyed them, but all the links are bad. Can I ask, in just a sentence or two, what WAS Daily 15? Thanks.
Daily 15 was something where people signed up and every day I would mail them a 15 minute thing they could do to make their lives a little better. Like writing a blog entry, meditating, going for a walk, calling someone you haven't talked to in a while, etc. It got killed when I decided to stop having a million projects going on all the time.
This is part of an ongoing series. If you haven't read them already, read :
I wrote out this entire post before, and then the computer crashed and I lost it all, so I haven't felt like working on it. Finally, I'm biting the bullet and starting over :
The old lady was staring at her. She knew it.
Four months ago, Julia had married the love of her life. Her husband, Mike had just been named head curator at the art museum where he was working in. She was three months pregnant with a boy they would call Joey and after Joey is born she would quit that stressful writing job of hers to be a full-time housewife. Nothing could go wrong in her perfect life.
The day it arrived, Julia and Mike were busy unpacking their luggage from their trip to Venice when the doorbell rang. Julia ran out to get the door and when she opened it and looked down, there it was.
The package was encased by a bubble wrap, with an additional layer of plastic over it. At first glance it was about two feet tall and one foot wide. Julia carried it into the living room and unwrapped it. The rectangular wooden frame in the package was old, but kept in good condition. Flakes of the golden paint that coated it were coming off but it was still a beautiful frame, with very fine carvings of flowers at its corners. But Julia didn’t notice that, her eyes were fixed on the painting in the frame.
It was a portrait of an old lady who looked almost in her eighties. She had a sharp chin and high cheekbones and her pale skin was weathered and covered in wrinkles. The old lady’s graying hair was tied up in a bun and over it she wore a white bonnet. She had a hooked nose, almost too big for her face, with a sharp tip like the beak of a hawk. Below that nose she had very thin and dry lips. The edges of her mouth slanted slightly upward, giving her a smile that looked more like a smirk to Julia.