this thing is eerily good.
corporate america ftw
no, my friend, let’s. plus the spiegelman show there.
See, how often does this happen? I feel like we have this idea of it as some homogenous, wonderfully working movement. In reality, this is a country that has had revolutions and may have another.
Gone are the scowls, the cold shoulders and the wordless encounters. Aeroflot introduced training that included compelling candidates to memorize dialogues of pleasantries and reinforcing rules on smiling. Its success in improving service is being taken to heart by other companies in Russia’s consumer industries.
So, as an Eastern European Jew who was kind of brought up with this idea of customer service (at Jewy delis or clothing stores in Lakewood) I get that they need to correct this, but that no nonsense or faked pleasantry really has its own charm. just as a treat though. as an entire lifestyle, it’s hell.
Even if the “New Pogues” are very famous and very well-compensated, the next great technology critic won’t be a gadget reviewer. It’ll be someone more like Matt: a skilled and sensitive narrator of lives made livable by technology.
The bane of working in “technology” (which i really only do from the margins) is the “journalists” in it are so few and far between admirable. But holy shit, some of them are so brilliant. Buchanan leads that pack (along with Mike Isaac)
On December 29, 2013, Marina Abramovic plans to eat onions for 36-hours in front of a Chipotle Mexican Grill franchise in a to-be-determined Midwestern city. Your generous donations to M.A.R.F.A. will work to undermine this nefarious performance while directly helping those afflicted with blood cancers.
Growing up in, what exactly was that? Not exactly suburbia, not exactly a small town. Growing up Jewish in some industrial shithole, all you knew of judaism and jewish males were what I liked to call Jewish barbies. There was Einstein, there was Philip Roth, there was Mark Rothko, there were countless attorneys and hollywood directors of shiny movies with wives with fake tits. There were the scores and scores of doctors, each more button down and dull than the next. Every Jewish male is perfect. Groucho Marx was the funniest schlub who ever lived, Woody Allen, for all his faults, was brilliant and insightful. Even our schlubby musicians like Dylan had a genius that you simply couldn’t even fathom.
Lou Reed was different for guys like me. We weren’t going to be doctors. We weren’t going to be lawyers, no one is going to be Bob Dylan or Chagall but Dylan or Chagall. But Lou Reed was proof you could just be a smarter than average yet not genius dude with all of their weird faults and you’d be OK. Did he have a heroin problem? Sure, but that’s actually reassuring when you’re younger and kind of navigating your own drug problems, or whatever they were. Was he very, very bright and interesting? Yes. But he wasn’t GENIUS. Was he insightful and funny? yes, but he wasn’t making Annie Hall.
I think Lou Reed for Jewish men is like “plus size models” for women. He was an attainable, realistic goal. Warts and all, you understood his sentiment but weren’t completely in awe of him.