We need to get back to this type of adornment on places. What a masterpiece. It really enhances my experience of occasionally visiting the WeWork down the block.
The Wikipedia page for International Telephone and Telegraph is wild (derogatory- so much scandal). They’re no longer in this building, but ITT still exists, is a massive conglomerate longer in the business of telephones, telegraphs, or the Sheraton Hotels chain. They controlled the transatlantic cables and all communications for military submarines from this building at one point, acquired so many nationwide phone systems in the neo-colonial years, and seem to have had involvement with both the Himler and Watergate. Yikes.
Anyway, please admire this sexy angel with his huge blue balls and dreamy lightening bolt in the golden hour clouds. In my mind was so powerful these ghouls couldn’t handle it and had to decamp to Stamford without him.
“One of the odd occurrences of such symbiotic relationships are click farms. Click farm enterprises hire large groups of people to click on advertising links, generate likes on social media and perform other types of rudimentary work. and at the same time simulate the usual online activity to pass unnoticed through spam filters. This mechanism relies on cheap and tedious labour from developing countries. However, the simulation of the human activity is yet another process which has recently begun to be automated. In order to pass unnoticed by recognition systems preventing such fraud, these automated systems control thousands of devices, most commonly smartphones, which replicate normal human behavior online.”
Years before the covid pandemic began, author Naomi Kritzer wrote the charming, emotionally genuine short story “So Much Cooking,” which was a pandemic log through the eyes of a cooking blog. The premise is that the author is a home cooking blogger raising her kids, and then a pandemic hits–and bit by bit she’s feeding not only her own, but her sister’s kids, some neighbors’ kids, and so on, in a situation of pandemic lockdown and food shortages.
It’s very good, and was prescient for a lot of the early days of the covid pandemic. I found myself returning to it often in the first couple of years because of how steadfast it was in its hopefulness.
Last year she wrote a novelette, “The Year Without Sunshine,” which attacks a similar problem in a similar way; instead of pandemic, this one is about the aftereffects of a distant nuke or a massive volcano explosion (it doesn’t say), which has churned a great deal of dust into the air, causing massive damage to society and agriculture. The story covers one neighborhood, pulling together to keep each other alive–not through violence, but through lawn potatoes and message pinboards and bicycle-powered oxygen concentrators.
I recommend both stories. They’re uplifting in a way that a lot of what I see lately isn’t. They’re a bit of a panacea for constant fearmongering about intracommunity violence and grinding hatefulness. We can be good to each other, if we try.
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