“The customer is always right.”
From this premise comes the downfall of Western secular-christian society. The customer is always right, and the best customer is a loyal customer. A loyal customer is happy, and starts using a product from a young age. Therefore the young person is always right.
What do young people want? Instant gratification. Even more so, they want to feel right. What does this mean? A company must tailor its product and message so that it conforms to the child’s desires. If a desire becomes a belief, and a belief is confirmed, the child will hold the desire long past its period of usefulness. A company whose product not only satisfies a childhood desire but makes it into a deeply-held belief is a successful product, worthy of a company that believes the customer to be right.
Saw a great feature of this guy’s work at Vice Magazine. He sets up huge telescopes that are normally meant to spot planets and other solar-system objects and points them at top secret military installations from the tops of mountains. The result is a really weird picture that is on the one somewhat voyeuristic (in the sense that we are peeking at things we ought not see) but on the other purely artistic–as he says, demonstrating the limits of vision.
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This week marked the last in what my friend has termed quite appropriately “the fastest summer ever.” It’s to be expected of the synonymous “last summer ever”, as it precedes my senior (and, barring any major academic catastrophes) and final school year. Graduate school may yet appear on the horizon, but as of now I’m staring down the abyss of post-school life, and it’s filled me with more than a little trepidation, but also a glimpse of readiness and excitement.
Zach came into town from Southampton for a few sundries and we decided to have a really decent meal before we both took our departures from the great city. We went to Cookshop for dinner. Waiting for our table, we had some St. Germaine’s Collinses. After we sat down, we had a carafe of 2000 Bordeaux Sauvignon Blanc (actually the cheapest wine on the list) to wash down the glorious squid and scallop salad and tuna steak. Our digestion was helped along by a glass of 2003 Sauterne. I ordered this wine wholly on account of the fact that it was the first wine my Uncle drank after recovering from throat cancer (yes, it really is that good).
Afterwards, Zach and I hung out in his Uncle’s well-appointed apartment, watching (in steady, unwavering alternation) the new VH1 show “G’s to Gents” (in which, on a play on the time-tested cinderella tale, uncultured and typically Black men compete to affect the greatest transformation of etiquette and diction), and Cartoon Network’s “Adult Swim”.
The next day Zach and I had breakfast at Jackson Hole, a local diner, and then set off for the New Museum, located on the Bowery: Continue reading