Jack White on small teams (and small rooms)

Here’s the current themesong for what we are brewing at the co-op (hint: check out the top goal today over on 43 Things).

Little Room

Well you’re in your little room
and you’re working on something good
but if it’s really good
you’re gonna need a bigger room
and when you’re in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started in your little room

- White Stripes, Little Room

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6 Responses to “Jack White on small teams (and small rooms)”

  1. dwlt Says:
    June 22nd, 2005 at 2:14 am

    Is that a subtle hint that you are going to be hiring?

  2. Mytch Says:
    June 23rd, 2005 at 2:09 pm

    I just in Seattle over Memorial Day. I should have gotten in touch.<br />
    <br />
    If you stream Jack White, do you ever stream Ira Glass?

  3. Mytch Says:
    June 23rd, 2005 at 2:10 pm

    I was just in Seattle over Memorial Day. I should have gotten in touch.<br />
    <br />
    If you stream Jack White, do you ever stream Ira Glass?

  4. Martin Tobias Says:
    June 26th, 2005 at 9:02 am

    Jack White is a sage advisor to many start-ups.

  5. Khoi Vinh Says:
    June 29th, 2005 at 7:24 am

    Yeah, that song is the perfect accompaniment to start-up life. Good luck!

  6. jean-pierre Says:
    June 29th, 2005 at 5:42 pm

    Reminds me of my first rooms, the one in Seymour Hall in Knox College, which wasnt’ really mine to myself, but shared with a chain-smoking Christian evangelist. After graduation, in 1983, I got one on Estes Street in Rogers Park neighbourhood of Chicago It was rented from old Mrs. Landau.<br />
    <br />
    This Rogers Park room, with a kitchen in the back inside porch, on the second floor, had an interesting view of the Assyrian Orthodox Church, one block away to the north. From the kitchen, you could see Eugene Fields Primary School and playground. <br />
    <br />
    Down the hall there was a former Cuban baseball player who studied at the John Marshall School of Law, a strange fellow named Gary, who later went openly mad, and was committed to an insane asylum after he left a mysterious package in front of the FBI offices in downtown Chicago. There was a man in his middle ages in the room next to mine, a man who worked in some industry. He was a Black Hawks fan. Took me to a game once.

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