All the things I do instead of writing…
There's been a lot of press coverage this morning of a 21-year old Merrill Lynch intern who apparently died of a heart attack after working 3 all-nighters in a row. The press has made this largely into a story about how tough it is these days for young people to secure a good job, and... Continue Reading →
After I wrote about how death is part of life, I came across an article about the decline of creativity in the advertising industry. Its writer was clearly extremely talented, both in his job as art director, and in his writing (although the punctuation was a little slapdash). Turns out most of his blog was... Continue Reading →
On my way to work this morning I looked around me on the escalator, at all the people swarming out of the tube and into the building. Some of them look geeky, the women often look overdressed and overexercised - that unnecessary combination of cinched belts and short tight skirts with very high heels and... Continue Reading →
The resting writer 