Posts tagged ‘AM’

The AWS Loft Will Return on October 1st

September 18, 2014 5:40 am

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As I
promised
earlier this year
, the AWS Pop-up Loft is reopening on Wednesday,
October 1st in San Francisco with a full calendar of events designed
to help developers, architects, and entrepreneurs learn about and
make use of AWS.

Come to the AWS Loft and meet 1:1 with an AWS technical expert, learn
about AWS in detailed product sessions, and gain hands-on experience
through our instructor-led Technical Bootcamps and our self-paced
hands-on labs. Take a look at the
Schedule of Events
to learn more about what we have planned.

Hours and Location
The AWS Loft will be open Monday through Friday, 10 AM to 6 PM, with special evening events
that will run until 8 PM. It is located at 925 Market Street in San Francisco.

Special Events
We are also setting up a series of events with
AWS-powered startups and partners from the San Francisco area. The
list is still being finalized but already includes cool companies like
Runscope (Automated Testing for APIs and Backend Services),
NPM (Node Package Manager),
Circle CI (Continuous Integration and Deployment),
Librato (Metrics, Monitoring, and Alerts),
CoTap (Secure Mobile Messaging for Businesses), and
Heroku (Cloud Application Platform).

A Little Help From Our Friends
AWS and Intel share a passion for innovation, along with a track record of helping startups
to be successful. Intel will demonstrate the latest technologies at the AWS Loft, including
products that support the Internet of Things and the newest Xeon processors. They will also host several
talks.

The folks at Chef are also joining forces with the AWS Loft and will be bringing their
DevOps expertise to the AWS Loft through hosted sessions and a training
curriculum. You’ll be able to learn about the Chef product — an automation platform for deploying and configuring
IT infrastructure and applications in the data center and in the Cloud.

Watch This!
In order to get a taste for the variety of activities and the level of excitement you’ll find at the AWS Loft, watch this
short video:

Come Say Hello
I will be visiting and speaking at the AWS Loft in late October and hope to see and talk to you
there!

Jeff;

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Please Excuse My Tardiness…

September 11, 2014 12:06 pm

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This post is part of our Non Sequitur Fridays series, which will feature a different Wistia team member’s take on a non-Wistia-related topic each week. It’s like our “employee of the month” but less “of the month”-y. Liat Werber is a designer at Wistia. Her last post was about the perfect analogy.

Dear Early-Riser,

Please excuse my tardiness to our 10 AM meeting. I know you were up at the crack of dawn, lifting weights, drinking protein shakes, and whatever else one does before the ungodly hour of 7 AM. But I’d like to take a moment out of your extended morning to account for my tardiness, to express the plight of the late-sleeper, and to explain all of the very legitimate reasons that it’s 9 o’clock and I am still searching for my other shoe.

You see, it was all because I woke up before my alarm. This threw my morning into complete disarray because when my alarm finally did go off, I had wasted ten minutes of necessary sleep-time waiting for that to happen. So I took a quick, well-deserved snooze. Of course, I had to hit the snooze button twice because, as we all know, the default snooze is only seven minutes, which didn’t make up for the full ten minutes lost. So that put me at 8:14. I rolled out of bed and brushed my teeth briefly but masterfully, with quick, short strokes. This left me with some extra time to collapse back onto my bed for a moment and lazily click, while my computer warmed my stomach.

A GIF of Mrs. Doubtfire dance-vacuuming the floor sailed onto my screen and brought back a fuzzy memory of Alex Kornetsky quoting a line from the movie in carpool. I couldn’t remember the exact words, just the sing-songy voice he used to say it in… something like “doo the shaka lady.” Of course, that couldn’t be right. This called for a new tab, and a quick Googling of “Mrs. Doubtfire vacuum” revealed that the line was “dude looks like a lady.” All of a sudden, it was 8:45.

There was no time to fiddle around with composing an outfit at this point, so I pulled on my jeans, still crumpled up on the floor from yesterday, and my most reliable Wistia shirt. Then, I moved on to my sock drawer to begin the undertaking of mining for socks.

This may sound like an innocuous task, but my sock drawer is cavernous and chaotic, and to find two that match-ish and don’t have holes is more difficult than you would think. I should ball them together with their mates, like an upstanding citizen, but after being apart for so long, I’m afraid they’ve grown up in different directions and don’t have exact matches anymore. I would be better off just throwing them all out and starting again. I found two with the same Adidas symbol at the top, just different colors. Mazel tov! Perhaps not a traditional match, but who am I to judge?

So here I stand at 9:00 AM, albeit lopsided, in one sneaker, surveying the room for the other. It can’t have gone too far from this one. There it is — under the bed! I spend about a minute trying to make the the shoelaces more evenly distributed so that one of the loops doesn’t drag on the ground, before relenting and double-knotting. Another minute is spent putting my hair up and then taking it down. Leaving me with just a few more seconds to check an urgent email confirming that Meryl is “in” for bowling next week. I shut my computer. Stick it in my bag. And I have one foot out the door, when I realize that my wallet and keys are not in the front pocket. Ooph, I forgot to transfer them from purse to backpack last night. If only I were male or marsupial, I would have proper pockets and this would never be a problem. I locate the purse, make the transfer, and at 9:15 I am back on my way.

Not too bad. Barring any train drama, I will arrive a few minutes before my 10 o’clock meeting, with just enough time to grab a banana, a coffee, and some quick kitchen banter. Okay, I may be a little late to the meeting, but only because my neighbor might come out of his house at the exact same time as me and we might make polite conversation about our socially awkward landlord. But this will take five minutes, tops. And 10:05 is a nicer time for a meeting anyway. Although, 10:10 has a nice echo to it. And how can we disregard the lovely flexibility of good ‘ol 10:15?

In any case, you should feel free to start without me!

Yours truly,
Perfectly Forgivable Snoozer

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August 5, 2014 4:06 pm

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Who Stole the Four Hour Workday?

Alex is a busy man. The 36-year-old husband and father of three commutes each day to his full-time job at a large telecom company in Denver, the city he moved to from his native Peru in 2003. At night, he has classes or homework for the bachelor’s in social science he is pursuing at a nearby university. With or without an alarm, he wakes up at 5 AM every day, and it’s only then, after eating breakfast and glancing at the newspaper, that he has a chance to serve in his capacity as the sole US organizer and webmaster of the Global Campaign for the 4 Hour Work-Day.

“I’ve been trying to contact other organizations,” he says, “though, ironically, I don’t have time.”

But Alex has big plans. By the end of the decade he envisions “a really crazy movement” with chapters around the world orchestrating the requisite work stoppage.

A century ago, such an undertaking would have seemed less obviously doomed. For decades the US labor movement had already been filling the streets with hundreds of thousands of workers demanding an eight-hour workday. This was just one more step in the gradual reduction of working hours that was expected to continue forever. Before the Civil War, workers like the factory women of Lowell, Massachusetts, had fought for a reduction to ten hours from 12 or more. Later, when the Great Depression hit, unions called for shorter hours to spread out the reduced workload and prevent layoffs; big companies like Kellogg’s followed suit voluntarily. But in the wake of World War II, the eight-hour grind stuck, and today most workers end up doing more than that.

The United States now leads the pack of the wealthiest countries in annual working hours. US workers put in as many as 300 more hours a year than their counterparts in Western Europe, largely thanks to the lack of paid leave. (The Germans work far less than we do, while the Greeks work considerably more.) Average worker productivity has doubled a couple of times since 1950, but income has stagnated—unless you’re just looking at the rich, who’ve become a great deal richer. The value from that extra productivity, after all, has to go somewhere.

It used to be common sense that advances in technology would bring more leisure time. “If every man and woman would work for four hours each day on something useful,” Benjamin Franklin assumed, “that labor would produce sufficient to procure all the necessaries and comforts of life.” Science fiction has tended to consider a future with shorter hours to be all but an axiom. Edward Bellamy’s 1888 best seller Looking Backward describes a year 2000 in which people do their jobs for about four to eight hours, with less attractive tasks requiring less time. In the universe of Star Trek, work is done for personal development, not material necessity. In Wall-E, robots do everything, and humans have become inert blobs lying on levitating sofas.

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