Three from the journal, a **NEW** Mickey Mouse short, some lyrics, and a recap of the snowy US MNT World Cup Qualifier against Costa Rica in Denver. Also, still finishing Dream Drop Distance but distracted by Air Traffic Chaos.
*York Station by Bertram Augustus Curry (1913)
(1) Gaetano Pesce: The provocative Italian architect and designer on his history of doing things ‘badly’—on purpose, of course. (WSJ)
“An industrial object says much more than fine art. It’s talking about culture, it’s talking about technology, it’s talking about material. But more than that, it’s talking about marketing, advertising—every part of life in our time.”
(1a) The Phillips Economic Computer
(2) The Choice: To Squawk or to Go? A refugee economist created an irresistibly useful approach to understanding how dissent shapes organizations (WSJ – Registration Required)
“If ‘Exit, Voice and Loyalty’ had a broader purpose, it was to make organizations more resilient. Economists, Hirschman noted, didn’t worry about organizational decline; in the economist’s neat models, a bankrupt firm was replaced by another. For Hirschman, upheaval was more frightening. By the time he was 30, he had fought against Franco in Spain, served as a courier for the anti-Mussolini underground in Trieste, enlisted in the French army, and fled to Spain over the Pyrenees and then to America. Having lived history at warp speed, he was done with cosmic doctrines. He preferred the moralism of Albert Camus, the pragmatism of Adam Smith.”
(3) When World Peace Had Glamour: From San Francisco to French Lick Springs, 248 U.S. cities vied to host the United Nations (WSJ – Registration Required)
“It was three years after Hammarskjöld’s death that his private diaries were published. Ironically, “Markings” got mixed reviews in his home country. The negative reaction was primarily a result of the discovery by a highly secularized nation that their most famous citizen had been a deeply religious Christian.”
(4) Hard Times by Gillian Welch
“But the camp town man, he doesn’t plow no more
I seen him walking down to the cigarette store
Guess he lost that knack and he forgot that song
Woke up one morning and the mule was gone
So come on, you ragtime kings, and come on, you dogs, and sing
And pick up the dusty old horn and give it a blow.”