My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
A Conference Without Slides An Article by Vitaly Friedman www.smashingmagazine.com What if there was a web conference without slides? At SmashingConf Toronto we will do exactly that. All talks will be live coding and design sessions on stage, showing how our speakers design und build stuff — including pattern libraries setup, design workflows and shortcuts, debugging, naming conventions, and everything in between. The Cognitive Style of PowerPointBan PowerPoints