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It makes me sad that our current age doesn't seem to produce admen of the Sutherland type (himself a continuation in the line of Koenig and Bernays) -- but I guess we have Mr Beast and Elon, so that's something.
I enjoy the regal contrarian take on topics seemingly quotidian, Trojan horsing philosophical ruminations which was the lingual franca of these advertiser types -- it's not a cigarette, it's women's rights!
In this case, Sutherland fixes the proverbial slow speed of trains, not by selling us WiFi, but by dressing up the humble (yet significantly sexed up by nostalgia) dictation taking secretary.
Emails and text messages, while convenient, are about as enjoyable as two dollar burrito from Taco Bell -- a pure diet of thus sort of communication will lead to similar dire gastronomical results. And for many of us, Taco Bell comms is our daily bread. It's bad for the modern mental digestion.
What you need, anon, is someone to talk to. Not that you can afford nylons, much less the legs that go in them, but at least you don't have to type.
It's 500 words or something and he manages to cast the thing we spend all our time doing ticky tappy tip tap as uncivilized -- barbaric even.
Despite Sutherland's allure, I'm still doubtful. I hate talking to devices in public. Typing seems to me goated as a private way of communicating in public. But I am an admirer of the Sutherland method, even though it seems half hearted here.
I was also a great frequenter of used bookstores. Used to be that I always knew where each one in town was. I spent a lot of time in those stores. It was often how I discovered new books and authors.
Now it's all on the internet. Vastly more, but doesn't smell as nice.
Respect for plugging your book two decades after it was published. Mr Gordon, I wasn't familiar with your game.
i don't use nunchuk, so I'm not totally sure, but aside from Bitkey's chain delegation thing, I don't see how you get a cosigner without giving them a lot of visibility. This has definitely kept me from something like a cosigning service. Seems like I'm better off just hunkering down and hiding with my keys on my own.
What happened on August 15, 1971?