When I was growing up in L.A. in the late '70s and early '80s, Michael Jackson's was the first face on TV that looked like mine.

Chrissie Hynde is the blueprint for any teenage pop star wannabe looking to have some real cred.

From their '61 Cavern Club debut to their last rooftop concert eight years later, The Beatles gave every serious artist in their wake the songbook and sound for their career. It's the musical trough from which nearly every musician drinks.

I get my clothes from three sources: Target, thrift shops, and friends. It's simple and it's cheap.

It seems everyone is converging on a simple set of facts: Our lives are digital, and we wish to share our lives. Pinterest came at it through images, artfully curated. Facebook came at it through friends, cunningly organized. Dropbox came to it via files, cleverly clouded.

Technology has always been destroying jobs, and it has always been creating jobs.

Twenty-five years ago, the notion was you could create a general problem-solver software that could solve problems in many different domains. That just turned out to be totally wrong.

Social media is awesome because I can somewhat paint myself the way I want people to see me.