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Faster & better way to communicate: Introducing the Pling Button, Now on Thunderclap

plingapp:

Pling is all about “push to talk,” but we love to help people listen better, too.

We’re excited to debut the Pling Button on the Thunderclap website.

A quick backstory on Thunderclap: Like Pling, Thunderclap was born at DE-DE in New York City. It launched in July 2012, and…

cross pollination.

Pling Button is a nice little extension of the Pling platform. Try it out on the thunderclap contact page!

Happy birthday Hash! Have a wonderful day! From your friends at DE-DE http://thndr.it/15Aqs5F

Happy birthday Hash! Have a wonderful day! From your friends at DE-DE http://thndr.it/15Aqs5F

Pling Blog: Pling is live in the OS X App Store!

plingapp:

Pling is available for download in the OS X App Store!

Tons of stability and performance features. We think you are going to love it.

poppstrong:

There are mornings when you wake up upset.  You wake up overwhelmed by emotion.  It’s sadness.  It’s love.  It’s fear.  It’s everything.  You feel the weight of the world.  You feel the weight of your existence.  You question your worth.  You question your strength.  Your health.  You awake facing the world.  It judges you.  It pushes you down.  It tries to kill you.  You press back.  You fight.  You learn.  You adapt.  You live.  The weight doesn’t shift.  Your knees buckle.  Your back bends.  Your arms shake.

You think of yourself.  You’re someone who possesses great strength.  You question your endurance.  You can fight, but for how long?  The world tries again and again to remove you from it’s face.  You fight back each time, but how much fight is left?  You feel your mortality.  You know  how close death is.  You realize the gravity.  You see the fragility.  You question.  You press on.  The weight stays.  You look at your future and you don’t see any certainty.  You want to plan ahead.  You can’t.  You can only wait.  Your life will swing.  You will fight.  You will try and endure each day because it’s what you have.  You have today.  You have right now.  The anxiety builds.  You want to run around and burn the world to the ground.  You yearn to create.  You want to destroy.  You can’t.  You aren’t strong enough.  Your body hasn’t recovered.  It’s a race.  Will you get well before the window closes?  You watch out for windows.  You watched them close for years.  You watch now.  You wait.  Maybe you will be stronger tomorrow.  Maybe the hollowness in your chest will subside.  Maybe your lungs will be stronger.  Maybe your legs wont shake.  Maybe the anxiety will break.  Maybe tomorrow.  You wait.  You fight.  The weight stays. 

In the 100 days that I have had cancer it has almost claimed my life on three separate occasions.  Each time I have had to recover.  I have had to learn to walk.  To breathe.  To stand.  To live.  To exist.  Just recently a contaminated bag of platelets brought me down.  I went from existing as normally as I could to being septic in less than an hour.  In three hours I lost the ability to walk and by morning I could barely breathe.  Yu might go to bed at night worried you won’t hear your alarm.  I go to bed afraid I won’t wake up.  When I wake up I feel the weight of this realization.  I feel the weight of each day I have lived, of each mistake I have made.  I feel the weight of my disease.  The weight of my dreams. I wake up to the weight of my world every single day.  Same days, it’s harder to hold than others.  Today was one of those days.  My body shifting through it’s emotions.  My love deeper.  My anger harder.  My hope inspiring.  My fear blinding.  My life continuing. 

I’m tired.  I’m tired of so many things, but I would rather wake every morning smothered by the world than to never wake again.  As heavy as all of this feels, I will carry it.  I will carry it every single day.  I just hope it reminds me to stay focused.  To stay driven.  To appreciate the weight.  To grow stronger under it.  To live.

This has been harder than I could have ever imagined.  It’s heavier than anything I have had to hold.  It’s stronger than anyone I have had to fight.  I will toughen my knuckles.  I will strengthen my body.  I will continue to fight.  I will live.  

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Pling Blog: Double the trouble Friday! OS X update is live

plingapp:

We want to keep all our users happy. iOS and OS X.

Today we also launched the lastest OS X app with a few key changes:

  1. You can now toggle auto-launch behavior of the app in the Preferences view. We recommend users keep the app running on login so that you receive your Plings in real time, but…

Firing on all cylinders!

iOS update live in App store

plingapp:

We’ve been working on tons of exciting changes which just became available for download via the App Store.

Stability, better Siri integration so the ever so helpful Apple robot doesn’t accidentally turn on while listening to your messages and faster message loading!

Download the update from http://AppStore.com/PlingMessenger now!

We’re keeping the AppStore review team busy.

latest OS X update is live

plingapp:

Our latest OS X update (build number 132) is live. Changes include:

  1. Stability and performance updates
  2. Fixed an issue where playlists were incorrectly showing as played on after already playing them on another device.
  3. Introduced listen count badges in Dock icon
  4. Unfortunately we had to remove Spotify.app audio ducking due to a bug that would eventually mute your music volume. We’re working on a long term fix.

We encourage everyone to download this update: http://www.joinpling.com/download

super excited about how well the OS X app is coming along!

Pling Blog: New OS X update

plingapp:

We’ve released a brand new version of the OS X desktop Pling application. Tons of fixes and improvements Most notably we’ve added the following features

Excited about this release. And we’re not done. More coming soon for iOS and OS X!

poppstrong:

It’s been 28 days.  I have felt fresh air three times.  My body has deteriorated.  My skin has become dry.  My arms bruised.  I looked in the mirror today and I didn’t recognize my own body.  As I study this person in the mirror I saw nothing familiar.  My muscular structure gone, replaced by a weak and shapeless mass.  It took 28 days to fall apart.  I stand at the beginning of my journey, unsure of what is to come.  I know I will have more medication pumped into me than ever before.  My body will do it’s best to handle it as it grows weaker from the treatments.  I will do my best to keep my will. 

It’s New Year’s Eve.  It’s 2013.  I have two years ahead of me.  As I tried to sleep in the morning, I thought about my entire life.  I thought about all of the things I wanted to do.  I thought about all the regret, the hate, the anger from my past.  I reflected, quietly, deeply.  I considered my future.  I was hopeful, and I was positive.  If I beat this, I will be stronger than I have ever been.  I will see the world with new eyes.  I will live in a world that is real and appreciate the things that matter.  I won’t enable.  I won’t put work first.  I will focus, I will create, I will live. 

As the clock approached midnight, a sadness overwhelmed me.  I sat with Jackie and my Mother watching the tiny old TV in my room.  We counted down, quietly.  The floor was silent.  Had we said  nothing, no one would have known that a year had passed.   We tried to celebrate but it was impossible.  We tried to stay positive but it was too much.  In a moment, I was overtaken by loneliness.  I sat but inches from my girlfriend but there was nothing I could do to embrace her, to console her.  I could feel it building in her at the same time.  The two of us just filling with sadness. I began to miss the world more than ever.  To watch everyone that can leave.  To have the option to go out, to celebrate, to drink.  I don’t have options.  I have three walls, a curtain and a hallway.  Yes, I have my life and I am grateful.  Yes, I have new experiences, and I am grateful.  But spend 28 days in a hospital, with your mind clear.  Walk miles around a single floor day after day.  Look out your window at NYC.  Only wear a gown, day in and day out.  Only see your loved ones while they wear a mask.  Piss in a container all day.  Be tied to a machine via clear plastic tubes hour after hour.  It wears on you.  You try to think of everything beyond this.  You try and look past it but it builds.  This all builds and in a moment it can take you.  Last night, as the world celebrated the end of one year and the beginning of another, I fell.  I fell into everything that I put out of my mind.  I know there won’t always be good days and the end of the year has always brought me down.  The combination yesterday was almost too much.  It’s hard not to miss your life.  To not be able to love, to express love, to feel physical love.  It’s harder to be stripped of these things facing life and death.  In the end you don’t have a choice.  You cope.  You swallow it and make as many strides as possible.  Today is a new day.  This is a new year.  At the end of this year, I will still be battling my disease but I will be one year closer to the end.  I will be one year closer to having my life back.  One year closer to becoming the person I envision.   I will be able to embrace Jackie.  I will be human again. 

Thinking about your struggle. Be strong.

poppstrong:

It’s been 28 days. I have felt fresh air three times. My body has deteriorated. My skin has become dry. My arms bruised. I looked in the mirror today and I didn’t recognize my own body. As I study this person in the mirror I saw nothing familiar. My muscular structure gone, replaced by a weak and shapeless mass. It took 28 days to fall apart. I stand at the beginning of my journey, unsure of what is to come. I know I will have more medication pumped into me than ever before. My body will do it’s best to handle it as it grows weaker from the treatments. I will do my best to keep my will.

It’s New Year’s Eve. It’s 2013. I have two years ahead of me. As I tried to sleep in the morning, I thought about my entire life. I thought about all of the things I wanted to do. I thought about all the regret, the hate, the anger from my past. I reflected, quietly, deeply. I considered my future. I was hopeful, and I was positive. If I beat this, I will be stronger than I have ever been. I will see the world with new eyes. I will live in a world that is real and appreciate the things that matter. I won’t enable. I won’t put work first. I will focus, I will create, I will live.

As the clock approached midnight, a sadness overwhelmed me. I sat with Jackie and my Mother watching the tiny old TV in my room. We counted down, quietly. The floor was silent. Had we said nothing, no one would have known that a year had passed. We tried to celebrate but it was impossible. We tried to stay positive but it was too much. In a moment, I was overtaken by loneliness. I sat but inches from my girlfriend but there was nothing I could do to embrace her, to console her. I could feel it building in her at the same time. The two of us just filling with sadness. I began to miss the world more than ever. To watch everyone that can leave. To have the option to go out, to celebrate, to drink. I don’t have options. I have three walls, a curtain and a hallway. Yes, I have my life and I am grateful. Yes, I have new experiences, and I am grateful. But spend 28 days in a hospital, with your mind clear. Walk miles around a single floor day after day. Look out your window at NYC. Only wear a gown, day in and day out. Only see your loved ones while they wear a mask. Piss in a container all day. Be tied to a machine via clear plastic tubes hour after hour. It wears on you. You try to think of everything beyond this. You try and look past it but it builds. This all builds and in a moment it can take you. Last night, as the world celebrated the end of one year and the beginning of another, I fell. I fell into everything that I put out of my mind. I know there won’t always be good days and the end of the year has always brought me down. The combination yesterday was almost too much. It’s hard not to miss your life. To not be able to love, to express love, to feel physical love. It’s harder to be stripped of these things facing life and death. In the end you don’t have a choice. You cope. You swallow it and make as many strides as possible. Today is a new day. This is a new year. At the end of this year, I will still be battling my disease but I will be one year closer to the end. I will be one year closer to having my life back. One year closer to becoming the person I envision. I will be able to embrace Jackie. I will be human again.

Thinking about your struggle. Be strong.

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Peter Sellers and Ravi Shankar

awesomepeoplehangingouttogether:

Peter Sellers and Ravi Shankar

Sound Around You

roomthily:

another soundscape research project/crowdsourced ambient sound collection (university of salford, manchester)

Omniscience

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Some Christians believe sex outside of marriage is wrong because God can’t watch.

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