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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write a (sloppy, half-formed if need be) poem every day (or so) during October 2011


 

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I’m the one, always,
relegated to the dungeon.
The ugly one who can’t be loved.

She shines like glinty metal,
hard and quick, and he loved her
before me, and still does at times.

I’m like wood and burnished leaves;
like the end of season’s burst of life
before expiring, the cool breath you can see.

His words sink in; his blue eyes gaze.
We’re nose to nose and foreheads. We always
touch and it feels sometimes safe.

I will make it difficult, I think. It’s the time
and there is another large she looming, the great hovercraft
of divorce, long shadows of past history.

He loves me, loved her, loves me, loved her, loves me,
love her….loves me, loved her…..
I am a calm breeze, a cup of cool water, a broken heart for you.

I will be this, I will step in the middle of tornadoes
and wonder why they hit me. I will be brave in the face of
someone else’s absurdist play and likely forget mine. 3 years ago


LisaA meditation on tides and habitual rhythms

Gold, then books, then God,
in that order. Change it up
biweekly, reverse

the pattern, undo
the rhythm and upset the
tides. March in and say

you didn’t mean it;
‘I would never say that, at
least on a Thursday.

Only a full moon
would make me say that, and that
moon was new.’ Bring in

the reinforcements.
Know it will all be okay,
even if New York

floods. We’ll have kayaks
and gortex, and swim to the
Utah shore. Books next. 3 years ago


Lisa 3 years ago


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