So much new knowledge:
~ The Close Door elevator button doesn’t do anything except pacify impatient riders.
~ Clarins, my former employer, who has sworn for years that it wants to remain independent, is installing a new CEO as the son of the founder steps down, throwing his and his brother’s majority family ownership into long-term question.
~ Lancome, Orlane and Sisley, three major beauty brands, were all founded by different generations of the same family. (Side learning: reading T Magazine online is abhorrent.)
~ The infamous waiting list for Hermes Birkin bags doesn’t exist.
~ And, not least, this taste-test of dogs’ preferences for gourmet treats versus good ol’ Milk-Bones. No spoilers here.
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Dale! Bring back the poker game! We need to win your money
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For the great footnote: Barry Bonds was on “90210” in 1994… in an episode that dealt with cheating in sports
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More about Dale (who totally killed our poker game which makes me sad but omg what a great gig for him)
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Wryly accurate
We moved into our apartment one year ago Sunday. To commemorate the occasion, I made a narrative collage of some of the many lovely details of our century-old home, which we strived to reveal wherever possible.
Our apartment is full of little surprises that make it fun to occupy: patterned glass transom windows, thick solid-wood doors and inlaid wood floors, the huge Magic Eye peephole, restored leaded-glass bathroom windows, and call buttons for the maid/butler in the dining room floor and master bedroom door frame, which make us marvel at how space has changed: once upon a time, our relatively humble 1000 square feet or so housed an owner and his help.
The collage can be viewed here. Enjoy it. We do.
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Fritz is sounding better and better
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Improv Everywhere topped themselves on this one. Jim Gray? The Goodyear Blimp? And I thought dancing in the Union Square DSW was cool….
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Randomness: my friend Adam, ringing the closing bell of the NYSE
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Seth shows his age here: we don’t IM anymore, we text
In my Facebook news feed today:
Fun with focus groups, on the Ai blog.
I’m fascinated by this turn of events (read the post, then come back here). An interviewee took a gift card from our office manager and left without investigating why it was handed to her. A paid job interview! For her, the golden goose has surely arrived.
At the same time, this isn’t an impossible scenario to understand, and our interviewee does get some benefit of the doubt. She was handed the card; she didn’t swipe it on her way out or anything (unlike the mystery visitor who made off with our Wii controllers last fall). Poor Katie was obviously too busy to explain, so the interviewee took off. She may have figured it was a lovely parting gift, like Rice-a-Roni for a game-show contestant.
Still, who does that?
We spent this morning wondering what, if anything, to do. Do we contact the interviewee about the gift card? Let her keep it? Let her keep it but tell her, so she knows what happened (and present her with an ethical dilemma about returning it)? We don’t want to rock the boat too much–we liked the candidate, and we’d be in a tough spot if we hired her and she wasn’t in on the joke. Yet it also presents an ethical question: whether we should hire someone who takes a gift card without stopping to clarify why.
The Ai blog is a happy fun place, unlike my soul-searching moral compass of a journal, and we’ve had a lot of company goodness this week:
~ Ai at the circus—as advertised
~ The new guy—a great essay by our most recent hire
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See also: many conversations with my wife
I turned 35 Saturday.
Tough birthday, really, leaving the coveted 18-34 demographic, barely a year after becoming a homeowner, gray hair fully on display, fatherhood looming large.
But whatever. I’ve got my Wii, I frolic with my dog, I maintain a youthful exuberance whenever I can. Heck, I play with Facebook for a living. I can stay young.
Facebook, on the other hand, has my birthday in its database. It knows the truth. And first thing Monday morning the site starts serving me ads like this:
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Great post on real estate commissions by Doug Heddings. His math is a little slanted, but interesting nonetheless: a realtor makes $22,500 on a $1.5 million sale. Not as much as knee-jerk math makes it seem
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fun
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“Cheap baby furniture. Cheap meepit furniture for neopets….”