Framing The History of Tech
First ChatGPT: 3years
First Bitcoin: 17 years
First Text: 33 years
First Website: 34 years
First Cellular: 52 years
First Email: 54 years
First AI: 70 years
First Video Game: 72 years
First TV: 98 years
First Radio: 124 years
First Phone: 149 years
First Letter: 2524 years
First ChatGPT: 3years
First Bitcoin: 17 years
First Text: 33 years
First Website: 34 years
First Cellular: 52 years
First Email: 54 years
First AI: 70 years
First Video Game: 72 years
First TV: 98 years
First Radio: 124 years
First Phone: 149 years
First Letter: 2524 years
Framing Ideas vs Opinion
A judgment or belief about something.
Often based on personal values, experiences, or interpretation.
Can be right or wrong, but usually not directly testable.
Answers the question: “What do I think about this?”
A proposed thought, concept, or solution.
Oriented toward creation, action, or improvement.
Can be developed, tested, refined, or implemented.
Answers the question: “What could we do?”
Opinion:
A judgment or belief about something.
Often based on personal values, experiences, or interpretation.
Can be right or wrong, but usually not directly testable.
Answers the question: “What do I think about this?”
Idea:
A proposed thought, concept, or solution.
Oriented toward creation, action, or improvement.
Can be developed, tested, refined, or implemented.
Answers the question: “What could we do?”
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“A computing device does the correct thing only because it maintains a correct state”
Framing-Self-Quiz for end of the day
1. What did I do today that felt stupid or repetitive?
2. What did I do today that only I can do?
3. What did I do today that produced real value?
She Walks in Beauty
Framed By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Framed By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!