The person who should be investigated for working for the Russians is the author of Fire and Fury, and I’m only half-joking. I don’t think Russians are paying him but they totally should. He’s good. 

I’m so glad I bought the book. Totally worth the fifteen bucks and more. No wonder Trump is working so hard to promote it.

Hell, why did nobody tell me that Morning Mika is the daughter of Zbigniew Brzezinski? I would have never watched a second of this stupid show had I known. These are horrible people and I don’t like them at all. 

I had to get up at 3 am again to make my flight, and as a result I’m too out of it to read anything that requires an intellectual investment. So I decided to read the scandalous Fire and Fury book. I’m about 1/3 in, and it’s not in the least what I expected based on what I heard about in the media. Which is good because I like to be surprised by my reading.

A review to follow when I’m done. 

Nowhere does the strangeness of human beings come out like in local FB second-hand selling groups. 

“Selling iPhone 8 that I bought 2 weeks ago but then realized I prefer Android. Will meet at the local AT&T store to transfer the contract to you and have them wipe off all my information. Asking what I paid for it.”

Obviously, there are zero responses because what’s the point of buying a used phone with all this aggro when you can get a brand new one at the local AT&T store?

The number of postings where people try to sell stuff at the same price one can get it from Amazon is overwhelming. OK, I get it, they are probably counting on the customers who don’t have Prime. But what’s with the folks who ask for a higher price than their used object costs brand-new? 

I have a dumb question. Do famous people take the same airlines everybody else does? Because I could swear I saw Lawrence O’Donnell at the JFK on Friday. It wasn’t just the look but also the very recognizable voice. This fellow looked older and more tired than the one on TV but that makes sense given the heavy makeup TV newscasters get. 

I have so much to do this month that I sit over my planner like a mathematician over a theorem (or whatever it is mathematicians sit over). It’s like a puzzle that is very hard to solve. Little blocks of time get shifted and color-coded.

It’s just day one of the semester. This is supposed to be very relaxed. What happened?

It seems I’ll never be too rich not to be tempted to steal the hotel room pen. I got myself a really great multi-ink pen for $5 at MOMA. I don’t need another pen. Yet I can’t resist stealing the hotel pen. I don’t touch the little soaps and shampoo bottles (any more). But pens are irresistible. I also love the word pen. And I love it in Russian, “roochka.” In Spanish, I don’t like it. 

I bought this toy for Klara because she loves horsies and little dollies that she can clutch in her tiny fist. But I almost didn’t buy it because on the back of the packaging it’s advertised as introducing toddlers “to early STEM concepts.” I hate how everything should be about STEM right now. This is a toy for 2-year-olds. It’s a dolly on a horsie and the horsie makes clop-clop noises. It’s not about STEM, which is perfectly fine, because toddlers don’t need STEM. They need to play, run, and laugh at funny clop-clop sounds. 

At least, they are not claiming the toy will help her start coding at the ripe old age of 22 months. 

The Times Square area of NYC is crazy expensive. I experience a very provincial sense of outrage when I see how much something ridiculous like a pizza or a boxed sandwich costs. The good news is that N got me access to the preferred guest lounge, and it serves free breakfasts, evening snacks, and fruit and coffee throughout the day. If it weren’t for this, I’d go broke here. 

Even though I’m exhausted and it’s bitterly cold, I trudged to Times Square to see the crazy billboards. It’s a great experience. Very psychologically renewing. 

Should I watch the Golden Globes tonight or is it a waste of time? Is anybody here watching?

I love ridiculing the Silicon Valley (meant as a structure of feeling here and in the book I’m discussing and not as a geographical term) with its hyped-up and clueless culture of startup folks who drink raw water while doing intermittent fasting and showing off their goji bowls. Of course, I’m an academic, so it’s practically in the job description to make fun of all this. 

So my sister and I decided to read Dan Lyons’ Disrupted: My Misadventure in the Startup Bubble, because poking fun at the silly startup world is something we both love. This means we were predisposed to like the book and support the author’s point of view before we even started reading.

The actual reading experience turned out very different, though. Lyons criticizes the techie startup were he worked for a year and a half for not being filled with jaded cynical old farts whose idea of a perfect job is sharing horse dick jokes with a roomful of other jaded old farts (that’s what he says). The young workers of the startup are all wide-eyed and enthusiastic about their work, and Lyons resents this enormously.

I come from a culture where everybody is jaded and cynical beyond what any American journalist can imagine. And now I’m in a field where people practice doom and gloom like it’s their primary mission in life. So when I read about a company where everybody is enthusiastic and upbeat, I can’t blame them. Being surrounded by apocalyptically minded folks saps my energy like nothing else. 

My sister and I are happy we read the book because what it really is about is self-awareness. Lyons is a very talented journalist and his writing is superb. But his insight into himself is at the level of a doorknob. He keeps criticizing others for traits he exhibits in scary abundance. He’s especially angry at clueless, sexist, white, frathouse-immature dudebros without ever noticing that he’s a prime specimen of this breed. It’s a funny phenomenon that I keep noticing. The people I know who are most likely to go on long rants against sexism and racism are widely known to make life very miserable for female, gay and non-white colleagues. It’s as if they thought that appropriately PC rants would distract everybody’s attention from their very inappropriate behaviors. 

Old age – a subject that Lyons is fixated upon – begins when you become incapable of accepting anything new. You can be 15 or 95 when it happens. But when anything even a little bit different from what you are used to begins to drive you nuts, that’s your time to realize that you’ve become really old. This book is a great, if an utterly unintended, warning against this sad devolution one might experience.

I also recommend the book to the people interested in how the workplace of the liquid economy functions. The first 100 pages of the book can be used for measuring how prepared one is for this form of capitalism. Read them and ask yourself what you feel about this kind of work environment. Does it excite you, scare you, bore you? The answer will point towards your feelings about liquid economy and liquid labor relations.

Plus, the book is very funny. So I highly recommend. This was my first read of the year and it surprised but didn’t disappoint.