Amen brother. Creatives of the world, let Hubski be your safe-haven. Our lamp is raised for you: Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
I must give credit to mk as he has referenced this poem in regards to Hubski before.
Bring them on! The more the merrier. There are a lot of great people that came from over there.
Being able to sustain that "small tight knit" feel while simultaneously growing is paramount. I think our architecture will serve us well.
I'm not to bad
:-)