tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072420181476584961.post1731331850601818246..comments2023-11-05T04:01:12.146-05:00Comments on Ad Aged: Slow.george tannenbaumhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10974259094860905139noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072420181476584961.post-61412062855627402402012-12-29T17:48:11.590-05:002012-12-29T17:48:11.590-05:00Honourable Husband,
I get energized by both worl...Honourable Husband, <br /><br />I get energized by both worlds. I think we need both. They are like the ups and downs of our moods. They do not exist without each other.<br /><br />Thanks for the comment and Happy New Year.<br />george tannenbaumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10974259094860905139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072420181476584961.post-73234021468938836242012-12-27T05:38:41.032-05:002012-12-27T05:38:41.032-05:00Maybe we're meant to negotiate the fast-paced ...Maybe we're meant to negotiate the fast-paced ad world at a slower speed, too. There'd be fewer mistakes, and less work that was poorly thought through. Fewer ideas that, with even a moments reflection, would have been canned as dumb.<br /><br />Which gives you more energy, George? The high-speed world, where the assembled neuroses of ambitious people set the pace, or a world where you need to surrender to the restrictions of the physical environment, and to let it dictate what you can do?The Honourable Husbandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05234119524600114890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072420181476584961.post-72874502925705936602012-12-27T02:01:48.841-05:002012-12-27T02:01:48.841-05:00Just got back from 7 weeks in Hongkong. A city whe...Just got back from 7 weeks in Hongkong. A city where everything works. Stepping off the plane at JFK was like arriving in hell. Nothing works. It's all a mess. Transportation to and from the city is crap.<br />Other than the yellow cabs that are okay. Got on a bus that was supposed to go to Penn Station. Bought a ticket for Penn Station. My NJ train goes fro there. Hell no, they stopped at Grand Central and asked us to change to another "shuttle" to Penn. A shuttle which by the way was 30 minutes away. It takes 20 to walk from Grand to Penn. But it as pissing down. And no shelter to wait under. The buses stop on side streets. This city has completely forgotten what service is. I forgot what that had to with swimming on a coral reef, other than it seems less alien than than a nice welcome home. I headed for the subway instead. No taxis in the rain. My Metro card had expired. But then something weird happened. A lady who took me for a wet and lost tourist swiped her card to let me trough the turnstiles. She had just come off a train. On her way out. Thank you ma'm, without you I was really prepared to seriously starting to hate the city I so often love.Tore Claessonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04978163002830730401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6072420181476584961.post-15623193761045080582012-12-27T01:26:01.945-05:002012-12-27T01:26:01.945-05:00reminds me of the 'straight lines' post yo...reminds me of the 'straight lines' post you made earlier this jan. lovely again.sheriffshooterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03161296380094495930noreply@blogger.com