Enough about how technology is changing us, for now. It’s the end of the calendar year, and we’re consumed with the attendant complicated feelings of the holiday season, as well as settling accounts before the 13 changes to 14. And in that tally of the year soon to lapse, we look back. We remember. We write year-end reviews.
One opportunity that talked-to-death technology has afforded us, in ways that our parents never experienced, is the peculiar phenomenon of surreptitiously consuming Internet content while at one’s place of employment, and then being emotionally moved to the point of perhaps betraying the fact that one is not reviewing a spreadsheet [...]
So, September. Somehow, we’ve made it. Seemed sort of touch-and-go there for a minute.
In lots of ways, September is one of the very best months we have. The fetid, humid wilt of August lifts into a cooler, cleaner late-summer balm. The sky is bluer and the clouds whiter and puffier than at any other time of year. Baseball games start to actually matter and corn is so sweet you don’t even have to cook it. Sure, there’s the inevitable reminder of aging and mortality that comes with tipping towards autumn, and when you were a kid, back-to-school time definitely sucked. (Except, not entirely. There was the excitement of novel [...]
George Gurley, The New York Observer's resident gadabout, might have his "George and Hilly" columns–in which he whines about not wanting to marry his gorgeous, though slightly psychotic, girlfriend–turned into a TV show, if Observer executive editor Peter Stevenson's wife Sarah Dunn has her way. She's written a pilot for NBC, also called George and Hilly, that, we hear, takes place at The Observer. Now, about that casting!