Edificio El Moro and the Caballito on Paseo de la Reforma, last Sunday.
"If you are a liberal older than, say, 24—old enough to either hate Thought Catalog or not know what Thought Catalog is, is a better barometer—you know this. That George W. Bush is uncool, lame, establishment, square, and odious, etc., is a political fact as self-evident and unnecessary to argue as “Mitt Romney takes double-A batteries” or “Bill Clinton has an oiliness about him.”"
"After sufficient exposure to this stuff —– to 20-minute multimedia presentations, “fireside chats” with victorious founders, public pitches to panels of venture capitalists — my perception of these entrepreneurial people began to blur to the point where they converged, all of them, into one breezily self-assured dude with a cordless head mike and an overinvestment in the concept of disruption."
"The first time I tasted durian was when I was posted in Kuala Lumpur 15 years ago. Trucks piled high with the fruit would come in from the Malaysian countryside, and I would spend evenings sitting with friends on plastic stools by the roadside sampling different varieties. Unlike the Thais, who cut durians down from trees, Malaysians usually wait for them to fall. The result is a much riper and stronger-tasting durian, sometimes slightly fermented. Durian farmers in Malaysia have been known to wear helmets: No one wants to be on the receiving end of a five-pound spike-bomb. Malaysians also believe that durian is an aphrodisiac. When the durians fall, the sarongs go up, goes a Malaysian saying."
"Penske told people that the reenergized trade magazine was going to be “The Economist of Hollywood.” It’s still a duller read than The Hollywood Reporter (“Hollywood doesn’t read The Economist,” says one industry publicist)."
"Writing in the Atlantic, the historian David Greenberg reported that as Kefauver’s 1956 vice presidential campaign bus pulled into an Upper Midwest town, the candidate was heard to exclaim (within earshot of The New York Times’s Russell Baker), “I gotta fuck!”"
"(In a mark of his regular-guy bona fides, Kerry broke his nose a couple of years ago in a pickup game with friends; in a mark against those bona fides, the game was at one of his vacation homes, in Ketchum, Idaho, with the actor Tom Hanks and members of the Kennedy family.)"
I just turned off voicemail on my phone. You have to call AT&T to make that happen. I feel much better living in the 21st Century. And I also feel better saving all that collective time from those leaving voicemails and me listening to voicemails. So much waste…saved!
Oh man you can do that? I am so in.