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| This blog is so old and unmaintained that there are weeds on it now.
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| I need to start writing this blog again.
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| For the past six months, Ive been working nonstop on a secret project. The project is like Trillian for mySpace, Xanga, PhotoBucket, Youtube, blah blah blah. It automatically organizes your friends blogs, photos, and videos into one central page. This
secret project is not about making another profile; instead, its about
efficiently reading thousands of friends stuffs so that people can
better keep in touch. Its very different, and I guarantee it. We are allowing 100 people to get a sneak peep of this project. Please email me at harrison@spokeo.com to get a free invite. Try it out, and yell at me if you dont like it. | | |
| The moment I walked into the office this morning, our office's landlord
called and told us that a copy of the General Liability Insurance
policy is due in two days. I had to admit that I have no idea what the
General Liability Insurance is, and I didn't carefully read the
Paragraph 8.3 in the 10 pages lease agreement. Oh well, I take the
blame for screwing up, and I scrambled to call insurance companies to
get a quote.
That's what I have been doing the whole day.
Instead of thinking up cool new features for our upcoming website, I
was boggled down by this legal and bureaucracy quagmire. I called one
company to another ... many of their representatives don't know what
they are talking about (why don't they put all the info on a website,
so I can fill up the forms up myself?) I've found out about this new
industry - insurance brokers - who basically resells insurance
policies. Contractors, sub-contractors, sub-sub-contractors, ...
layers after layers of bureaucratic inefficiencies.
I don't like
insurance companies and lawyers. I do believe that they provide
necessary services to the society, but I think people abuse our system
too much in America. It turns out that there are two kinds of policies
when you want to rent an office -- one that covers the premise's
property (which my landlord provides), and the other one is this
General Liability Insurance. This General Liability Insurance
basically covers you when someone (other than my partners and myself)
walks into my office and got hurt in some way. THAT'S IT.
Okay,
this is ridiculous. If someone walks into my office and hit a wall for
no reason, I am liable for that? Even if he got tripped by a wire, I
would say to that guy, "Get up, you lazy ass." I am not going to pay
him for his utter stupidity. And that guy better not sue me, because I
will beat the hell out of him. This Liability Insurance sounds like I
am covered for any body injury, so if that's the case (which I am sure
is not), I will kick that guy's ass.
Oh wait ... I am not part
of the deal. If I got hurt, the insurance doesn't cover that. So
maybe I'll tell all my partners to kick that stupid guy's ass out of
our door ... make sure that we have overwhelming victory.
Anyway,
I am sure that every sensible friend will not sue me just because he
tripped himself in our office (by the way, our office has four desks,
five computers, and a refrigerator for food. That's it.) Somehow this
Earth is full of these nonsensible human-beings, and somehow there are
many lawyers who are greedy and hungry for court cases. This is why we
have this weird insurance policy.
Of course, this is just my personal opinion. I am not a lawyer, and I am glad for that. | | |
| I've always wanted to start blogging, but I've always said to myself,
"I'll do it later". Blogging is kind of hard because I usually run out
of things to say to everyone, but that's just another excuse.
The
first step is always the hardest, but tonight I've strided across the
chasm. Maybe it's my momentary stupidity (which often accompanies
courage) that tells me to write whatever on my mind, and don't care
about what others think. And maybe this stupidity is good.
Looking
back at my other first-times: first-time starting a company, first-time
converse in English, first-time kissing a girl ... I can see the same
element of this carefree stupidity. Sometimes you just have to stop
thinking that no one is looking at you (which is probably true most of
the time), and do it.
I've always wanted to start my own
business, but I kept thinking that I am not ready yet. With the
prompting of my friend, I finally set my heart to do. It did turn out
that I am not prepared, but at least I know where I did wrong. I've
learned from those mistakes, and without taking the first step, I will
never be able to understand the true essence of entrepreneurship.
In
my teenage days, I used to think that being rejected by girls is
shameful, so I've tried to ask someone only when I feel 100% confident
that she'll say yes. I was never 100% sure, so I've never made any
progress. With the help of some artificial influence, I was finally
able to make my move. It wasn't successful, but it's a start.
I would rather make a failed attempt than stay away from the first times. I want to be better than the "I" seconds ago.
This is why I am writing. | | |
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