Astonished by this week’s NYT Sunday Business section. Unbelievably thin, not a single piece of news, or newsworthy story, in the entire section. Lead story is a book excerpt about leadership or something equally banal. What happened?
Every day, the nice people at Dow Jones Indexes spam a few dozen Reuters reporters with “some interesting factoids” about the Dow. So every weekday, as a brief experiment, so long as (a) I’m in the office; (b) I have nothing better to do; and (c) they’re still sending me the email, I’ll share one of those interesting factoids with you, my Tumblr friends, so that you too can share in the fabulous privilege of landing on the Dow Jones indexes email list. Today:
· Month-to-date: up 0.18%.
Very early days, kinda still finding my way around these parts. But it’s better than deck.ly, no?
Santorum by and large stayed on message but was tripped up a bit when a student asked him if he knew that the choice of his slogan, “Fighting to make America America again,” was borrowed from the “pro-union poem by the gay poet Langston Hughes.”
“No I had nothing to do with that,” Santorum said. “I didn’t know that. And the folks who worked on that slogan for me didn’t inform me that it came from that, if it in fact came from that.” The student, whose name was not immediately available, was referring to the poem “Let America Be America Again.”
When asked a short time later what the campaign slogan meant to him, Santorum said, “well, I’m not too sure that’s my campaign slogan, I think it’s on a web site.” It was also printed on the campaign literature handed out before the speech.” —Santorum in NH: People want a President who believes in them - Thursday, Apr. 14, 2011
A while back, a friend of a friend — someone I’ve met a few times but am no close to — wrote a book. It sounded interesting, but I didn’t read it. Then on Monday, a completely unrelated friend started gushing about how good it is. Now I want to read it!
I guess that knowing the author isn’t enough to make me read the book. And I probably wouldn’t read it just on the basis of this guy’s glowing review, either. But put the two together, and that’s enough.
Actually, it’s not quite enough. There’s one more thing: I need to be able to read it on my iPad. It’s not available in the iBooks store, but it is available for Kindle. $7.48. Done!
I had a great meeting at Pure Digital several years ago, prior to the merger. They were housed above a department store in San Francisco, in a weird funky space with lots of consumer atmosphere. The office was surrounded by restaurants and shops.
In contrast, visiting Cisco is like visiting a factory. Every building on their massive campus looks the same, with an abstract fountain out front, the walls painted in muted tans and other muddy colors. The buildings are surrounded by an ocean of cars. The lobbies are lined with plaques of the company’s patents, and the corridors inside have blown-up photographs of Cisco microprocessors. In the stairwells you’ll usually see a couple of crates of networking equipment, shoved under the stairs. And all of the cubicles look the same.
Cisco is an outstanding company, and an excellent place to work. But it screams respectable enterprise hardware supplier. To someone from a funky consumer company, going there would feel like having your heart ripped out and replaced with a brick.” —
Did bad architecture kill Flip?
We never saw Luxembourg in the daylight…
At the Louvre, we picked up another Chinese-speaking guide, a hummingbird of a woman, who shouted, “We have lots to see in ninety minutes, so we need to pick up our feet!”
The guide advised us to focus most on the san bao—the three treasures—the Winged Victory of Samothrace, the Venus de Milo, and the Mona Lisa. We crowded around each in turn, flanked by other Chinese tour groups as identifiable as rival armies: red pins for the U-Tour travel agency, orange windbreakers for the students from Shenzhen. We’d been going non-stop since before dawn, but the air was charged with diligent curiosity. When we discovered that the elevators were a long detour from our route, I wondered how Huang Xueqing, in her wheelchair, would get to see much of the museum. Then her relatives carried her chair while she hobbled up and down each marble stairway, and rolled her in front of the masterpieces.” —http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2011/04/18/110418fa_fact_osnos?currentPage=all
I took two taxis this evening. The first one, driving east on 18th Street towards 8th Ave, screeched to a halt at a green light as a bicycle delivery guy drove straight through his red light and right in front of our high-speed cab. There was a loud horn. The second one, driving east on 4th St towards Ave A, screeched to a halt mid-block as a parked car veered suddenly out into our path without looking to see if the street was clear. There was a loud horn.
I imagine that in the second instance, the cab driver was annoyed at the stupid woman driving the car. And that in the first instance, the cab driver was annoyed at the stupid bike person. Basically, a stupid biker does much more damage to bikers more generally than a stupid driver does to drivers generally. No?