*Apocalypse now: More than 71,400 people were laid off in the United States today. If you’re supposed to be greedy when others are afraid, it’s time. Additionally, a colleague at the day job notes that American Express is reporting that spending among their clientele – who are far above average in wealth – has dipped 10% over last year. Consumer spending is plummeting.
*Movies: In a story on movie marketing in the New Yorker, Tad Friend quotes one studio head as saying, “If we weren’t making decisions based on marketability, John Malkovich would be in every movie. Great actor, but not someone you want to see half-naked in the sheets next to Angelina Jolie.”
I need not point out to die-hard listenerd readers than my physical likeness has often been compared to that of Mr. Malkovich, as early as THIS MONTH. GOODBYE FOREVER.
*Instruments: HOLY. I can’t say it any better than the site itself: “The bikelophone produces sounds ranging from tranquil bliss to cacophonic terror.” Oh, good? MP3s are here, but listen at your own risk. [networked music review]
*Ads: Google will stop selling ads in print next month. The program wasn’t working (and wasn’t likely to go anywhere, given the economy).
*Games: I can’t stop playing scriball, which might indicate just how retarded I’ve become. Or how willing to retreat to a land of lines and balls I am. (Don’t read too much into that.)
*Prose: This sentence is perhaps the best I have read in the last month, from Gothamist, of all places: “The mysterious case of The Penistrator—an unidentified “snowfitti” vandal who’s been drawing phallic symbols on snowy cars parked in the East Village this winter—has taken a shocking, unexpected turn.” Furthermore, Haley Joel Osment is suspected to be the Penistrator.