I’m sitting here in the airport terminal. It’s the Friday before Christmas and, strangely, it’s not crowded. Just me and a dozen other people. There’s plenty of space between the slightly-reclined seats in the waiting area. In fact, almost everyone has their own row. Continue reading “The era of shitty cable, commercials, and consumerism”
I was talking on the phone with my mom tonight. She was concerned.
Robert, um, I’m a little worried about something, she said. I think you’re being a little too open about your life on your blog. (She was talking about my reflections.) Since you’re applying to jobs, people might not appreciate you talking about your drinking habits, the girls you meet, and other personal things. Continue reading “A culture of secrecy: business and (in)human rights”