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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ThisBeI is BACK! [and rearing to go]

Leave things in the street that will take people out of thier routine thought patterns.
100 copies of:

I wasn’t raised at gunpoint and I’ve read too many books
to distract me from the mirror when unhappy with my looks
and I ain’t got proper diction for the makings of a thug
though I grew up in the ghetto and my niggas all sold drugs,
and though that may validate me for a spot on MTV
or get me all the airplay that my bank account would need,
I was hoping to invest in a lesson that I learned
I thought this fool would jump me just because it was my turn.
I went to an open space ‘cause I knew he wouldn’t do it
if somebody there could see him or somebody else might prove it,
and maybe, in your eyes, it may seem I got punked out
‘cause I walked a narrow path and then went and changed my route.
But that openness exposed me to a truth I couldn’t find
in the clenched fists of my ego or the confines of my mind
or the hipness of my swagger, or the swagger in my step,
or the scowl of my grimace, or the meanness of my rep.
‘cause we represent a truth son, that changes by the hour,
and when you open to it, vulnerability is power,
and in that shifting form you’ll find a truth that doesn’t change
and that truth is living proof of the fact that God is strange…

Talk to strangers
when the family fails and friends lead you astray
when Buddha laughs and Jesus weeps and it turns out God is gay.
‘Cause angels and messiahs love can come in many forms:
in the hallways of your projects, or the fat girl in your dorm,
and when you finally take the time to see what they’re about
perhaps you find them lonely or their wisdom trips you out.

maybe you’ll find the cycles end, you’re back where you began,
but come this time around you’ll have someone to hold your hand,
who prays for you, is there for you who sends you love and light,
exposes you to parts of you that you once tried to fight.
And come this time around you’ll choose to walk a different path,
you’ll embrace what you turned away and cry at what you laughed,
‘cause that’s the only way we’re going to make it through this storm,
where ignorance is common sense and senselessness the norm.
And flags wave high above the truth and the two never touch
and stolen goods are overpriced and freedom costs too much,
and no one seems to recognize the symbols come to life,
the bitten apple on the screen and Jesus had a wife,
and she was his Messiah like that stranger may be yours,
who holds a subtle knife that carves through worlds like magic doors,
and that’s what I’ve been looking for, the bridge from then to now,
just watching BET like what the fuck son? this is foul
But that square box don’t represent the sphere that we live in,
the earth is not a flat screen I ain’t trying to fit in.
But this ain’t for the underground this here is for the sun.
A seed a stranger gave to me and planted on my tongue.
And when I look at you, I know I’m not the only one.
As a great man once said,
there’s nothing more powerful
than an idea
who’s time
has come.

[written by saul williams]



Your words leave me speechless and I sit here trying to know how to convey how much I love this. So, just Wow.

ThisBeI is BACK! [and rearing to go]

Thank you,

and I agree the words are amazing, but they are not mine. They belong to my favorite artist: Saul Williams. He is an amazing man, and I strongly recommend his albums and books.

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