AD AGENCY TO END ALL AD AGENCIES | Fast Company
Four blocks south of St. Luke's, a sign in the greasy window of a hotel cafe peddles
"Virginia Woolf Burgers." A plaque hovering above a nearby sandwich shoppe
directs eyes aloft to a garret which once sheltered Yeats. A mansion was Keynes', an
office was Eliot's. This is Bloomsbury, ground-zero in the post-Victorian revolt in
literature, painting and morality. The real estate here continues to stimulate dissent.
CAST OF LEADERS
| Fast Company
crazed gypsy hag throws a baby into the fire. A Greek princess, reunited
with her long-lost brother, asks him to hack up their adulterous mother
and her new lover. An East German's sex-change operation has not gone
well, leaving behind an abbreviated appendage that is . . . a wee bit
"angry." Class, please take your seats. Today's topic is
BARBARIANS IN THE MARKETSPACE | The New York Times
Just when most of us had reached the point where we were afraid to pick up the newspaper
or turn on the television for fear of running across that ubiquitous sobriquet, "the
information superhighway," the Harvard Business Review has given us a lean, spunky
new buzzword, "marketspace."
LIMITS | Winner, 1998 Lorian Hemingway
Short Story Competition
And now on Saturday, a late summer Saturday, when sensible people in hot, soggy towns are
content to sit softly and bake, Jason and I had plunged into the forest with the
perspiring enthusiasm of galley slaves who have recently caught sight of port.
THE DELIBERATE LIFE: THOREAU AT
WALDEN POND | Grand
At the age of sixteen, David Henry Thoreau inverted the order of his first and middle
name. This may or may not have been his parents' first
indication he was going to be trouble.
NOCTURNAL OMISSIONS | Literal Latte
I resent most people for a talent they universally possess, a feat they execute on a daily
basis with such effortless dexterity they would hardly itemize it on a resume of their own
abilities. Unlike most people, I simply cannot fall asleep.
DIGITAL DEBUTANTS BALL | Fast Company
This isn't just any demo, this is PC Forum, perhaps the most exclusive technology
conference in the world. The $3,300 admission fee tends to keep out the riff-raff. This is
no sweaty convention center with plastic tote bags and lines at the back of the hall for
hot dogs and soft pretzels. This is the sprawling Westin LaPaloma resort in Tucson,
Arizona, where the meals are poolside and chefs carve filet en croûte.
I get a
pathetic thrill when friends ask me how long it’s been since I’ve been
in a Serious Relationship because I can be so specific with the answer.
DAY AND NIGHT | A personal
Jay Chiat was
the quintessential Jewish mother, dispensing guilt and favor with equal