If the locus of authority is in the position rather than the person, and the person in the position is a neo-con, faux-populist naif, a transvaluation takes place: power through intelligence and leadership is inverted, and the lower your IQ the higher you climb. The Peter Principle turns into an ethos here and shames us all. |
If we base all of our knowledge of those all-important celebrities on Twitter, Aurora argues, we'll get the role models we deserve and the aspirations of ants. To illustrate her point, the presentation began on our phones and ended up with Aurora on the other end of a bare table in a dark room, talking to us. |
I've never come away from a presentation with more stickers from potential sponsors, but the point was well made: good marketing is relational. The perfume spritzers and the Sprint Series racers share the ability to bond with us in a split-second pass. |
What you got you gotta put it in your fryer! |
Grigori filmed a candid dinner with Dr. Dre at a hip LA restaurant, where the conversation revolved from the lousy wait staff, headphones as status symbols, and life in 1980s Compton. From the audience, Hillary Hardcore remarked that it was "refreshing to see Dr. Dre do something without using Eminem as a crutch." (His name only came up 62 times.) |
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Provided that Mayan calendrics prove wrong, we are confident next year will meet or exceed the scattered nature of this year's conference. This reporter isn't sure that that is such a bad thing: what better embodies the postmodern spirit than an indeterminate collection of notions at play, creating an ad hoc semiotics of meanings and meta-meanings, summing up a collective groan?
Perhaps a smoothie . . .