Dear 43 Things Users,

10 years after introducing 43 Things to the world, we have decided we have met our last goal: completing the incredible experience that has been 43 Things. Please join us in giving one last cheer to all the folks who have shared their goals with the world, as well as all the people who have worked at The Robot Co-op to build this incredible website. We won a Webby Award, published a book, and brought happiness to a lot of people.

Starting today, 43 Things users can export their goals and entries from the site. Starting August 15, we will make the site “read only”. 43 Things users will still be able to view the site and export their content, but we won’t be taking any new content from users. We hope to leave the site up for folks to see and download their content until the end of the year. Ending on New Year’s Eve takes us full circle.

It has been a long ride (one of our original goals was to "build a company that lasts at least 2 years” - we beat that one!) While we wish the site could live on, it has suffered from a number of challenges - changes in how people use the site, the advertising industry, and how search engines view the site. We wish the outcome was different – but we’ve always been realistic about when our goals are met and when they aren't.

As of today, you will be able to download your goals and entries. See more about that on the FAQ page. Thanks for 10 great years of goal-setting and achieving.

- The Robots.

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make a burrow (read all 3 entries…)
instinctively thorough, About my crevice and burrow... Vintage Airstreem

This goal was created two years ago and I didn’t exactly have a plan then,just a desire. Now that I have an AirStreem Camper from the 60s at my disposal and I feel like I am actually progressing on this goal. It wont be subterranean but heck, I live in Louisiana and it’s not like I have my own land. So I am being less literal about this Goal and more Creative.

The AirStreem camper will be my “Burrow” and I am dedicating the concept to Robert Frost’s poem:

  • The Woodchuck

My own strategic retreat
Is where two rocks almost meet,
And still more secure and snug,
A two-door burrow I dug.
With those in mind at my back
I can sit forth exposed to attack
As one who shrewdly pretends
That he and the world are friends.
All we who prefer to live
Have a little whistle we give,
And flash, at the least alarm
We dive down under the farm.
We allow some time for guile
And don’t come out for a while
Either to eat or drink.
We take occasion to think.
And if after the hunt goes past
And the double-barreled blast
(Like war and pestilence
And the loss of common sense),
If I can with confidence say
That still for another day,
Or even another year,
I will be there for you, my dear,
It will be because, though small
As measured against the All,
I have been so instinctively thorough
About my crevice and burrow.

I have a vinyl of Frost reading his own poetry with this one included amongst my favorites. It took some time for this particular poem to grow on me. I guess it just needed to absorb.

I have been gutting out the old water damaged wood(And chucking it! Get it? Wood Chuck.. Chucking, like chucking the wood..) I am playing with the redesign, not trying to restore it. The original layout doesn’t suit me. I am interested in using all hardwood pallets and do a lot of piecing together. Rustic and Simple yet Thoughtful, Artful, and Complete.. a good set of goals. Instinctively Thorough.



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