Friedisms

November 5, 2009 • 1 min read

This post is over ten years old. Chances are, I've learned enough to have advanced my thinking about some of this stuff.

In the vein of Fake Steve Jobs, we now have a Fake Jason Fried ((via @tangenteer.)):

I don’t care where my employees work from. Or how they work. I don’t care where they live or eat or about any of their hobbies. I only care that they get stuff done. I also don’t care about gender. I don’t care about highways or bridges. Employees who use bridges have learned not to talk about bridges with me. I don’t care.

I can only dream of one day being likably idiosyncratic enough to inspire a Fake Allen Pike.

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