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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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carinecarnier is doing 11 things including…

43 things I like about the place I live

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Secret garden

Paris. It’s Monday 8 :30 . I’m not working today, I’m not working this month. I’m spending time with my 21 month old. I’ve never taken a whole month holiday. 30 days off. A month is a long time. Not to feel too much deoriented, I planned this month very personnal projets on Excel, to make it look like work (mister potato head contest: in progress—cleaning the cooker hood: done …)

So Monday morning, 8 :30 Daughter and I are running to the jewish quarter in the Fouth Distric to buy some challat bread for breakfast. ( Husband has already explained that challat bread is not for weekday breakfast, but I don’t care it’s my party, and eat challat bread for breakfast if I want to)
Little Celeste is singing Meunier Tu Dors, loud, groovy style and out of tune, I think I should stand up and walk out on her. An old lady , drapped in an authentic 1850’s shawl is giving her the evil eye. Little Celeste answered back doing the dead rat face – out of context – and I thought « the old wicked witch is going to send us to Kansas with a glance » but she gave us luck . Because , leaving the bakery, mortified, we found this tiny parc between la rue des rosiers and la rue des Francs Bourgeois. A wee little green public yard that I’ve never noticed before. Apparrently this leafy square wasn’t designed for the small ones. No slide, no sand, no other kids to play with but 2 lonesome banks, three severe flowerbeds planted with roses with spikes on their stems and …pepples.
I’ve never understood the use of pepples in outdoor designs. Nothing is more delectable than grass between my feet. And I thought, ‘let’s leave this miserable place » Well, as usual concerning toddler parenting, I was wrong.
Little C, counted the pepples, cooked a pepple pie, analysed forms, sorted them by colors and shapes, made a pepple tower and gave pepple gifts to EACH rose, she played pepples for one and half hours
Forget the Mister potato head contest, I’ll spend my month off in the pepple yard.



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