It's your job, if you're a functioning human, to be present.
Present at home.
Present when you're at work.
Present with your loved ones.
Present with your friends. And your puppy.
It's your job, if you're a functioning human, to be present and to notice the linguistic corruption all around us. A corruption that would make George Orwell look like a Hallmark card smothered in saccharin.
I just saw, of all things, a small caption on the digital front-page of Thursday's Wall Street Journal. If you subscribe, or care, you can find it here.
The three word phrase, the chilling three word phrase that got me was "select layoff events."
What a horrid sterilization of pain.
To turn the systemic firing of thousands of people--the shit-canning, the axing, the eliminating, the schmising--into a "layoff event."
Almost 90 years ago, as murderous governments were killing millions and were bent on taking over the world, Hitler's Nazis euphemized "liquidate," as a synonym for murder. That was picked up in a kids' movie, The Wizard of Oz.
If you're, like me, a denizen of the ad industry, you've probably been fired a few times. Even if you despised the job you were fired from, getting fired is no joy.
I'd bet not a single person in the history of the world has ever come home and said to their significant other, "Honey, I've been subject to a 'layoff event.'"
I can only say, pay attention.
I think about this as every day, I see about 32,000 paeans to the amazingness of AI. I wonder with all the hot air, and all the people saying, "I made this in two-seconds for two-cents," and all the energy-gobbling and real-estate subsuming-ness of "data centers," if we're really, when all is said and done, saving anything with AI--either money or time.
Which, really, saves time.
Yes, using his Toro he can do the job in about 30 minutes.
Using the scythe takes him four hours.
PART 3.
In the 1940s, the news scene in New York City was dominated by right-wing, retrograde forces like the Hearst syndicate and Henry Luce's Time/Life conglomerate. Their publications were by and large isolationist--against fighting the nazis, and they were often anti-semetic.
A man called Ralph Ingersoll, financed by millionaire Marshall Field, III, in June of 1940, launched a left-leaning daily called PM. It lasted until 1948.
Below was their code, their belief, their declaration of principles.
We could use a little PM this AM. Every AM.