How's Keller's optimism going over with the NYT's recently departed? As expected, not so well. One emails:
this is the same full-of-shit memo that he sent out after the last round of cuts, as i'm sure everyone is well aware.
nowhere does keller mention the Guild arbitration that the paper lost on Monday - over the severance conditions of the last round of layoffs - a decision that the paper finally allowed to happen, after a year and a half of dicking around legally, because they couldn't begin this year's layoffs without having settled last year's first.
i'm so happy to hear he was cheered and saddened by the speeches made by employees made to walk the plank. apparently the masthead was very very unwelcome at those farewell parties in the newsroom. how many glasses were raised for the laidoff, do you imagine?
and by the way - how's jill abramson's puppy?! that's what everyone really wants to know!
@AndPreciousLittleofThat: Are you kidding me? The British version of this would run something along the lines of "which one of you faaaaaaaakin' cunts left a Tom Squitter in the loo?"
For some time, the bold artistic experiments of a young employee at our firm have come to our attention. This high-minded bohemian has chosen not the light of renown but the noble path of anonymity, a lone woman toiling in the dark of a dank water closet in the pursuit of elevating the base to the sublime. The rawness of the work, the unabashed suspension of quotidian jetsam in a porcelain bowl, has awed even the most jaded of unwitting visitors who have happened onto it; it being, of course, an object the majority of humanity -- depending on age, diet and medical condition -- makes use of every day. Discussion was vigorous as to what it all meant. It seemed to lack any sort of semiotic value; however, slowly, the threads of meaning gradually coalesced, and we were left with some contradictory notions which we could submit to the public discourse. What some of us have to come to agree upon is that the piece (--or more aptly, pieces) is a felicitous marriage of the cathartic sublimity of Chris Ofiliel to the cheeky recontextualising tendencies of Marcel Duchamp. In a word: brilliant.
Happily, in the same venue, there is another piece that none-too-subtly makes reference to ancient female fertility rites in its attempt to fly in the face of some of the more humorous -- to us moderns -- proscriptions contained in Leviticus. It is a first-rate comment on modern gender theory. Speaking for us all: we left in astonishment.
Unfortunately, I have the regrettable duty to also speak to the concerns of a minority of our employees. Be it a result of the vestigial remnants of a bourgeois religious sensibility or a mere philistinism, the public response was not overwhelmingly positive. Telephone conversations were initiated. E-mails were exchanged. Angry arguments and hateful rejoinders ensued. Therefore, with great displeasure, in an effort to preserve accord and harmony among both camps, it has been decided by the upper echelons of management, after a long serious of negotiations, to ask the anonymous artist to end her experiments at this office. I realise this may come as a disappointment to some of us, but please try to understand the mentality of some of your colleagues which serves to make such forward-looking experimentation on the office premises problematic.
Hm. I always suspected they would be throwing it at each other, given that the firm is run by a giant, angry ape. This actually increases my esteem for 5W PR!
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this is the same full-of-shit memo that he sent out after the last round of cuts, as i'm sure everyone is well aware.
nowhere does keller mention the Guild arbitration that the paper lost on Monday - over the severance conditions of the last round of layoffs - a decision that the paper finally allowed to happen, after a year and a half of dicking around legally, because they couldn't begin this year's layoffs without having settled last year's first.
i'm so happy to hear he was cheered and saddened by the speeches made by employees made to walk the plank. apparently the masthead was very very unwelcome at those farewell parties in the newsroom. how many glasses were raised for the laidoff, do you imagine?
and by the way - how's jill abramson's puppy?! that's what everyone really wants to know!
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Please tell your publisher to stop selling the entire front page of your sister publication, The International Herald Tribute, to Rolex.
Love,
Bart
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Maybe it's just me, but starting a company-wide email with the phrase "whoever took a dump in the ladies room" isn't very businesslike.
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Heh...Tom Squitter.
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For some time, the bold artistic experiments of a young employee at our firm have come to our attention. This high-minded bohemian has chosen not the light of renown but the noble path of anonymity, a lone woman toiling in the dark of a dank water closet in the pursuit of elevating the base to the sublime. The rawness of the work, the unabashed suspension of quotidian jetsam in a porcelain bowl, has awed even the most jaded of unwitting visitors who have happened onto it; it being, of course, an object the majority of humanity -- depending on age, diet and medical condition -- makes use of every day. Discussion was vigorous as to what it all meant. It seemed to lack any sort of semiotic value; however, slowly, the threads of meaning gradually coalesced, and we were left with some contradictory notions which we could submit to the public discourse. What some of us have to come to agree upon is that the piece (--or more aptly, pieces) is a felicitous marriage of the cathartic sublimity of Chris Ofiliel to the cheeky recontextualising tendencies of Marcel Duchamp. In a word: brilliant.
Happily, in the same venue, there is another piece that none-too-subtly makes reference to ancient female fertility rites in its attempt to fly in the face of some of the more humorous -- to us moderns -- proscriptions contained in Leviticus. It is a first-rate comment on modern gender theory. Speaking for us all: we left in astonishment.
Unfortunately, I have the regrettable duty to also speak to the concerns of a minority of our employees. Be it a result of the vestigial remnants of a bourgeois religious sensibility or a mere philistinism, the public response was not overwhelmingly positive. Telephone conversations were initiated. E-mails were exchanged. Angry arguments and hateful rejoinders ensued. Therefore, with great displeasure, in an effort to preserve accord and harmony among both camps, it has been decided by the upper echelons of management, after a long serious of negotiations, to ask the anonymous artist to end her experiments at this office. I realise this may come as a disappointment to some of us, but please try to understand the mentality of some of your colleagues which serves to make such forward-looking experimentation on the office premises problematic.
I wish you the warmest of holiday greetings.
Sincerely yours,
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And double bonus points for name-dropping an actual, paid, shit-artist.
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Sorry I was late.
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o.b. quiet all of you.
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