Gritty, noir novel. Usually localized dialect bothers me, but this was well done.
mmm, yummy! so far enjoying this one very much.
Guilty pleasure. The Tina Brown expose… summer means summer reading, right? I can take my beach reading on the shores of SF bay.
Twas on the upper echelons of beach reading– decent writing.
Not my favorite, which you could probably guess by the 4 months it took me to actually finish.
Scary inside look into the Bush administration. Scripted cabinet meetings where everyone knew their lines and people were cued to talk. Paul O’Neil a wise voice in the circle, thus excluded when he didnt’ toe the line. His openness about importance of water to Africa what got him outed? President Cheney manipulating people at every turn, from behind a screen (literally, during Cabinet meetings). Powell & Condi intelligent voices confused by the lack of direction in the administration. Paul went from being nicknamed “Pablo” to “the big O” by Dubya. Recommended.
I’m naturally suspicious of any book that pertains to business development. But there is some good advice among this book’s pages- specifically the importance of having the right person as a receptionist, as your clients’ first impression when they visit the office is of 1)the decor & 2)the friendliness (or lack thereof) of the receptionist. Simply welcoming people does a lot to creating a good relationship. Some obvious stuff about listening, and implying that the client matters to you. Following up with a personal note, not simply sending all clients the same holiday gift, cutting down on response time, finding a name that makes sense and is memorable.
Bleh. Why does everyone get all excited about Gatsby? It was average at best. Not sure why this is deemed a classic even. Maybe I harbor a grudge b/c of the whole Zelda thing (F. Scott stealing her journal, etc.).
Gatsby a self-made man, in love with Daisy, who’s married to Tom. Tom having an affair with Wilson’s wife, who is killed by Daisy in yellow car on way back from the city. Wilson kills Gatsby, then self. Nick, Daisy’s cousin, the narrator for the story. Lives next door to Gatsby in West Egg.
Ugh. Would not venture into Bushnell territory again.
Beginning quote was from The Great Gatsby, which was a bit freaky b/c I’m currently reading that as well.
Well written & great plot- discovery of a “smart drug” changes Eddie Spinola’s life. He goes from toiling as a copywriter with writer’s block to being an integral part of the largest corporate merger/acquisition in history. The drug (MDT-48) enables him to read & understand at an increased rate. He learns Italian in a night, teaches himself complex financial formulas, becomes a successful day-trader who makes $250k in 2 days after borrowing $100k from a Russian mobster named Gennady. Naturally, Eddie’s upping his dosage to continue climbing the heights of the financial world. When Gennady comes by for his first payment on the loan, he steals 5 of the pills that are sittting in a ceramic bowl on a shelf in Eddie’s apartment. Gennady becomes hooked and begins bullying Eddie to put him in contact with his dealer. Meanwhile, Eddie is working on the merger of an ISP and a media company (AOL Time Warner, anyone?). And he begins having extensive periods of blackout, not sure where he’s been and what he’s been doing, just clicking ahead and finding himself mid-sentence eating dinner with a group of strangers. After one of these nights he finds walking to Brooklyn, unsure why. This was the night he killed a woman in a hotel room, punched a guy in a bar, and had sex in a club bathroom. Thus his world begins to unravel. If he stops taking the MDT, extreme headaches ensue.
Why am I telling you all this? Go read it!
I’m giving up. First half glorious, but second half gets too religious/Biblical for me. I’m outtie. First half gave me new respect for O.Wilde tho.
Very quick read, on the nature of a successful team.
The five dysfunctions, in pyramid fashion, base layer upward to top:
Abscence of Trust: Invulnerability
Fear of Conflict: Artificial Harmony
Lack of Commitment: Ambiguity
Avoidance of Accountability: Low Standards
Inattention to Results: Status & Ego
Tibor begins to bore me; his writing is ok but after pages and pages I find myself skimming to get down to the meat of the story. Funny, that, since I don’t normally enjoy meat.
For this story, 4 distinct sections, London, Barcelona, Yugo & Chuuka. Oceane is a dancer turned graphic designer who doesn’t like leaving her flat in London. She monitors the mail as it hits the floor (or what she calls the beach), finding enjoyment in debt-collectors attempts to get tough on neighbors who moved out years earlier. One day, a letter from Walter arrives, who has been dead for 10 years. This launches a retrospective into how she met Walter, in Barcelona, working as a stripper.
Barca: hanging out on the roof top with the pool, several people started dying by drowning or being toppled by cows or helicopter crashes. Walter’s 10 year postmortem death aludes to the serial killer among them, pointing the finger at Rutger. Oceane never hangs out with Walter in Barca, but runs into him in London as she’s playing a game with a friend at a cafe for who will be approached by an aquaintance first. She wins. Oceane wanted to give Walter the reggae CD that he had been trying to find for years after hearing it in a taxi; she had owned the CD for a long time, but wanted to approach him alone. The opportunity never arose, and back to London she went.
Yugo (and I admit to skimming at this point): Yugoslavia, Oceane’s travel agent Audley volunteers for the Serb/Croat war, is accused of spying by his own side, and is saved when his mum arrives.
Chuuka: Walter’s final letter is in the hands of a chap named Bruno, in Chuuka in a far off land. Oceane hires Audley to go find the letter. While he’s there, he spots a statue of Rutgers. Bruno turns out to be a pyscho living on an aircraft carrier, and of no help in regards to the letter. Fortunately, Walter has also mailed a copy of the letter to Oceane, as insurance.
Some muddled stuff at the end about Audley being harrassed by Roberto, one of his Yugo captors. Ugh. Not recommended.
Very simple summation would be: to win the job you have to do the job. Go into an interview and present yourself as doing the job; have an understanding of the problem the manager is trying to solve by hiring you, and solve the problem, or walk through the steps you would take to solve.
1. what do you do best?
2. what value do you offer?
3. basic research on the industry
4. identify companies you want to work for
5. gather information on those companies
6. make inside contacts
7. become an insider
8. map your skills onto a company’s needs
9. ask & answer the four questions: (understand the work that needs to be done? demonstrate you can do the job? show you can do the job as the employer wants it done? prove you can do the job profitably for employer and yourself)
10. talk with hiring manager to find out her problems/challenges
11. plan how you’ll do the job in the interview
12. meet with the hiring manager/do the job in the interview/answer the 4 questions in the interview
13. do you want an offer? is the job right for you?
14. ASK FOR THE JOB
15. win an offer, negotiate the offer and the job
16. interview the company
17. accept the offer
Nothing like a foodie book to make you want to cook more! Grains of paradise? Sure thing. I’m tempted to copy some of the recipes into the blog to share with all.
Well written journal interspersed with recipes for the food lover. I originally found Ms. Hesser thru an article in the New Yorker (I think) for food to bring on a plane– that essay is also in this book. Mouth watering, and interesting perspective on other foodies (Steingarten, etc).
Bleak and soft emotional underpinings of the granite city. Enjoyable, but not preferred. The unfinished sentences conveyed the hollowness of NYC, a bit mournful, lonely look into city souls.
A glimpse inside–
Hipsters seek refuge in church, Our Lady of Perpetual Subculture. There is some discussion as to whether or not they are still cool but then they are calmed by the obscure location and the arrival of their kind. Keep the address to yourself, let the rabble find it for themselves. Wow, this crappy performance art is really making me feel not so terrible about my various emotional issues. He has to duck out early to get back to his bad art. Three cheers for your rich interior life, may it serve you well come rent day. Beer before liquor never sicker. This one’s on me. Somehow he always ends up buying every round. Hour by hour the customers change, grow humps horns scales. The little noises they make: her boyfriend’s out of town, his college roommate is in town, my friend’s band is playing downtown. He made too many plans with too many people and things will not turn out okay. She’s a little worried because at midnight the new legislation goes into effect and the draconian Save the Drama for Your Mama laws are really going to cramp her style. Hit the town. It hits back.