I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned my animus towards office
cubicles. I’m reasonably certain, official and folk histories to the contrary;
they started out as someone’s idea of a practical joke and then went very badly
wrong very quickly.
I’m imagining a
couple of “Human Resources” types from “The Main Office” seeking to hire the
next Under
Assistant West Coast promo man. The process has taken longer
than anyone wanted and out of spite, they decide to find out what’s the
smallest box a candidate is willing to work in. No? Take a look at a
cubicle and tell me why it’s not a
shipping crate for a human soul. Talk
about no
way out of here.
How about this idea? It’s happening right now, if the
story is accurate and I assume it is, in Austin, Texas, as the SXSW Festival
winds down. The jury of public opinion, as embodied online and elsewhere, is
split (between Sodom and Gomorrah?)
I suspect this ‘discussion’ is just beginning and hope
everyone who is, or will be, weighing in remembers there is no need to add
volume to your voice if what you lack is a better argument. For years I’ve
regarded Fielding’s
novel as modern English literature, but still in the realm of
fiction. I’m not sure if that has shifted or if we have and I’m not all that
positive I want to find
out.
-bill kenny
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