Quite a few journalists go to work for banks, that’s true. Why? There’s better pay, sure. But it’s also because journalists have no idea what they’re in for. Sometimes I would come across one who had gone over to our side and he’d have this shell-shocked look. The first six months they are like, what the fuck? They had no idea because bankers were always really, really nice to them.
At Vulture, Josh Wolk suggested that the made-up video illustrates everything that’s wrong with television news. I think it illustrates everything that’s wrong with viral marketing. Kimmel’s prank is not a biting satire, nor is it a mirror to our stupid culture. It’s a hostile, self-promoting act—a covert ad for Jimmy Kimmel Live—rendered as ironic acid that corrodes our sense of wonder. If the Web provides a cabinet of curiosities, full of freakish baubles of humanity, the hoaxer smashes it to bits, then counts his money while he preens atop the rubble.

As well as destroying a computer containing one copy of the Snowden files, the paper’s editor, Alan Rusbridger, agreed to restrict the newspaper’s reporting of the documents.

The Government also demanded that the paper not publish details of how UK telecoms firms, including BT and Vodafone, were secretly collaborating with GCHQ to intercept the vast majority of all internet traffic entering the country.

You can’t prevent information from coming out by doing a deal with a single newspaper.

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Sicha is operating on the premise that money—or rather, a lack of it—scaffolds our lives more than any other one thing. It’s why his image of the world he’s describing is architectural—all those glass plates. Four consecutive pages are devoted to a line-by-line inventory of what John owes to various entities. Balances are given; statements are quoted. He does some mental math and calculates that it would take him eighty-three months of non-delinquent full payments to chip his debt down to $132.27. Sicha successfully renders, like nobody else I’ve ever read, the suffocating psychic effects of debt, pervasive in the way a chronic disease or a guilty conscience or a terrible secret is pervasive: thought-infecting, decision-changing, life-defining—as society-altering as conscription.
A friend told me yesterday that her four-year-old announced she had done a poo “like a brown dolphin”. Another friend remembers her little sister sitting on a potty and saying, “Look! It is a beautiful golden sun!” before they all waved it goodbye, discussing the beautiful sunset as they flushed it down the loo. I know I must, but I am resistant. I do not want to flush my daughter’s beautiful sunsets down the loo.