The intrusion of vendors directly into the editorial process under the guise of Day in the Life’s corporate sponsorship signaled the demise of one’s liberty to work outside the boundaries of pre-established, packaged formats, confining experimentation to techniques built into the equipment or provided by software. […]
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Entrepreneurship undisguised by any pretense to journalism was baked into the Day in the Life paradigm, not only in the superficiality of its origins among San Francisco’s technophiles but, more deeply, in the quest for profits while conceding the rest — esthetics, syntax, semantics, emotions, accuracy — for a piñata stuffed with penny candy and meaningless trinkets. […] You have visualized that scene of Donald Trump in the Moscow hotel room with urinating hookers. Don’t deny it. Yes, I mean you, right there, right now, reading this: You have imagined it, in some detail. Because we have all been imagining it, ever since Buzzfeed leaked the Steele dossier in January 2017. […] This book has already done, and will continue to do, irreparable damage to the image of the Trump Gang, individually and collectively. The image of Trump and his enablers and co-conspirators as a reckless, witless Gang That Couldn’t Think Straight bumbling their way into treason, deftly limned here by Michael Wolff, will endure. […] |
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Cabin Fever 2018: Bits & Pieces (a)
If, in the not too distant future, someone needs vivid illustrations of the decline of American culture, they can simply juxtapose an image of Donald Trump frothing at the mouth over some peeve du jour with one of a teenager bubbling over with Tide. […]