This could be an open door for the content business. For instance, currently aggregators have to get their news the old fashioned way, through RSS feeds and news alerts that they retrieve throughout the day. That is not realtime news.  Using The Associated Press as an example, AP could post their stories to a HUB. In realtime, the HUB can update member websites so that they will always have information first, before any aggregator.   It may not take long for aggregators to recognize the new data on the member sites, but they won’t have it first.

The Internet is about to change

I never got everyone's obsession with being the "first" to receive news. With the current incarnations of the real time web only being able to provide raw, barely digestible, incoherent information at best; it's almost always better to wait for a credible news agency to aggregate and process everything into something more palatable and useful before being consumed.

Posted via email from Mike Villar: Rising Internet Star – Lite

Dear Ryan,
First of all, I want to greet you happy birthday. It’s been three months since the state of California deemed me to be an “Illegal Immigrant.” Now, I am no expert when it comes to anything that has to do with the law, let alone international law but I have something to share with you: If, in the future, you intend to start a career as an Illegal immigrant like your kuya, it’s probably not a good idea to hold a 93 year-old, wheelchair-bound woman hostage with a fork; initiate a huge police stand-off; try to escape by stealing a car–something that would result in a wild car chase that spans 7 counties; threaten to stab the old lady with the fork when you get cornered after spike strips blew off your stolen car’s front tires and end up with the police shooting you with rubber bullets and tasering the shit out of your ass.

REALLY not a good idea. (You know what else isn’t a good idea? Asking for a Helicopter from the police negotiator. Because a.) I don’t know how to fly the damn thing and b.) They sure as hell won’t give it to you. Trust me. I tried.)

Instead, you might want to ease into your career as an illegal immigrant by waiting tables at a local denny’s or pretending to be gay and applying to be a perfume sales rep for a Nordstrom’s or something.

You see, little bro, the key to success as far as being an illegal immigrant would go is to keep everything on the down low. This is especially important when you’ve been hanging out with a notorious gang of Puerto Ricans after you’ve decided to overstay your welcome to the US and the fact that you look like a Chinese-Mexican who knows how to make chemical weapons and computer viruses. See where the entire “taking an old lady hostage thing for a pack of cigarettes” took me?

To Recap: Taking the elderly hostage: NO. Getting a Job as a dental assistant in a Japanese dentist’s office: YES.

P.S.
My cellmate, Berto, says he can hook me up with fake Lebron James shoes in Mexico. Let me know if you’re interested.

Best Regards,
Mikey

But, all of a sudden they become the poster boys for Manila’s hip scene because they have this “look at my hair, it looks like I just woke up but guess what? It actually took me two hours to fix my hair. Oh and I am a web designer and I hate everything” haircuts and they wear skinny jeans and expensive sneakers.

Let’s back up a little here: Hasn’t “not trying too hard” always been one of the more important credos of being cool? Have you guys learned NOTHING?

Deodorants. As a man who sweats more than humans are physiologically built for, I am very critical of deodorants. I only use those heavy-duty, high-endurance sports sticks and I’m proud of it.

Let’s stay away from and leave those roll ons for sissies because, I, need the sticky white stuff clogging the pores in my pits and make sure that I’m dry all day long – Just fucking crust it up there like that.

I’ve never really understood roll ons. I have no idea why anyone would wear them and how this shit was given the green light to be marketed in the first place:

Roll on inventor: “I created a new deodorant product! It’s a thick, sticky fluid that when rolled on to an average man’s armpits, will make him feel hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. In addition to that, it isn’t as effective as the stick deodorants we currently have on our product line up, it makes stains on your shirt as soon as you put them on and has you stinking like a shoe after doing 5 minutes worth of anything phsyical. What do you think?”

Company CEO: Do it. And make sure you get Dingdong Dantes to market the shit out of it.

I don’t get it.

I could barely remember the days when I’d spend hours on end sitting on my bedroom floor to open red envelopes and draw the wad of crisp 20 peso bills (which to a ten year-old, is equal to around 150,000 pesos of the currency someone like me earns today)  from them.

Since I got a job that paid higher than my first job, which was a terrible call center gig, Christmas stopped being a highly-anticipated holiday and became more of a nuisance than anything else. Think about it: For the first time in my 25 years of existence, I feel like I am expected to buy presents for people other than myself.

Wait, just so things are clear, I didn’t mean that I didn’t get my family gifts before, it’s just that nothing was expected of me so I’d usually give horrible gifts–usually a card for my mom and a cheap lighter for my dad. So yes, for the past fifteen or so Christmas’, I killed my mom with generic, often terribly-written words from whoever the fuck writes copy over at Hallmark and killed my dad a little each year with lung cancer. 

The difference between then and today is the fact that there is a lot more pressure now in terms of gift-giving for me now that I have a job that pays considerably well.

I particularly feel the bulk of this pressure when I am buying gifts for whoever my special lady is during Christmas.  Whenever you give a gift to a girlfriend or a wife, keep in mind that you are also saying “This is how much you mean to me.”

And really, for those of you who know me, you probably know me as, overall, a terrible person, but I will not hesitate to give my girlfriend everything I have. (My ex-girlfriends who read this site are probably making a face right now and thinking “If by ‘everything’ he means ‘hepatitis’ then yeah, sure he gives everything.”)

The problem is I got my salary and my bonus couple of weeks ago and it’s nothing close to what I expected. Add that to the fact that I used a huge chunk of it to chip off pieces of a ginormous credit card debt only a depressed, alcoholic with delusions of grandeur who goes to bars where beers cost 70 pesos a bottle like me could accrue.

So yes, I apologize to everyone in advance because it is going to be a really sad / awkward Christmas not only for me, but also for you as I intend to sweep the house and my office desk for things I can recycle as gifts. I could imagine it now.

My Mom: “A pair of unused men’s shoes that didn’t fit you seven years ago and sure as hell wouldn’t fit me now! Best Christmas ever!”

My Dad: “Shredded pieces of paper which if I tape together would show me your company’s financial standing last year! You are the best! I don’t deserve you as a son!”

My Brother: “A Pizza Hut Cheezy Pops flyer, a Biogesic, an old Hard Disk and assorted calling cards you stole from dad’s drawer! Thanks!”

My Girlfriend: “Colored push pins, a crumpled piece of notebook paper where you wrote a Shakespeare sonnet which you tried to pass as your own and a power adapter for a laptop brand I don’t have! And man, all I got you was a gift certificate that entitles you to stay in a Hotel where the room rates are more than the median rent for most Philippine Cities. I feel terrible. Marry me?”

So yay! Merry Fucking Christmas everybody!

To the Racoma family and to all those whose lives were touched by Joseph Michael, you have our prayers and deepest condolences.