Desperate youth

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“It seemed like a good idea at the time, one for the annals of great publicity gimmicks. An ambitious Internet marketing company would sponsor a double-decker London bus to drive around central Paris, throwing cash from the windows in a promotional stunt.
But it didn’t quite work out as planned. Minutes before the event was to have started late Saturday morning, the police decided they did not like the look of the hard-jostling crowd of around 7,000 people that had formed near the Eiffel Tower in search of instant riches, and they ordered the event stopped before even a single centime had been handed out. Some in the crowd then ran amok.
In the ensuing mayhem, about a dozen people were arrested, store windows were broken, a car was overturned and at least one man was beaten by thugs. The riot police were called in to restore order.”
“Promotional Event Leads to Violence in Paris”
, The New York Times. Wow.

I’ve long thought that book editors should be explicitly credited. Many books name the font designer; nearly all list the person who took the cover photo; some mention the writer’s spouse. Why not the editor? Books should mimic movies, where room is found to credit not only the director, writer and stars but also the folks who did the catering, drove the trucks and provided the portable toilets.

Mentre qui si discute (di nuovo) sui crocifissi nei luoghi pubblici, sulla BBC ieri e l’altroieri è andato in onda questo. (Sia chiaro: non ho nulla contro crocifissi, chiese e cappelle, purché siano accompagnati da tempi Jedi, mense per il culto del pastafarianesimo, sale da tè russelliane ed effigi di J.R. Dobbs. Perché nessuno vuole essere intollerante.)

kekkoz:

“Get it? I’m an Italian senator!”

Speechless.

In place of ‘hour,’ we would go with ‘sixty minutes closer to the sweet release of death.’
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