25 June 2013
A Spy in the House of Mobile
It's a rainy day in Berkeley, as I set out from my garden, into the flower-laden streets of NorthB. I have to leave the ferns and dripping beaks of the Birds of Paradise to enter the maw of the Beast. Into his chthonic BART tunnel, through the billboarded piss-hallways, through the throngs and trophy parks and the screaming streets, into the screaming office, to sit in a row at my desk for the next nine hours.
So far, I'm passing fairly well. Had my Giants hat already for the team outing to PacBell Park. As part of my job requirement, I must participate in Skype chat (text only) all day. Response times over a few minutes are called out. Sometimes required conversations must take place in real time, talking by typing, to a group of engineers all sitting around the same table. Everyone is typing, and suddenly, out of nowhere, everyone is cracking up, synchronized, and you have to jump on chat and catch up. I haven't quite gotten to the point of fitting in well in chat. I might need to post some cat videos.
I'm in the House of Mobile to learn the secrets from the inside. To understand how marketers, and business men think. To understand how someone can have a passion for Advertising. To me, Advertising is the mark of the Beast, maybe even the Devil himself. Born and raised in Berkeley, right here in NorfB. I want to have a world where we all contribute content for free or micropayments, or *something* without ads. Which makes me either a hypocrite or a rebel. Pass the stogie, brother, it's been a long day.
27 June 2013
Overheard: "Well, they're a non-profit, so if they aren't in it for profit, I don't know what their motives are, so I can't trust them."
I like the 99% thing. I want to be 99% faithful. Hey, that's like three days a year...