Adevărul e însă că n-o duc strălucit. Lumea s-a schimbat neverosimil de când nu mai ești. Autoritatea a murit o dată cu apariția Internetului, a accesului gratuit la informație și a noilor generații, care contestă orice, oriunde, oricând.
A dispărut și meseria pe care o practicam, întrucât azi poate să scrie toată lumea – o, dacă ai vedea cum e presa azi!… – și am rămas fără slujbă. Trăiesc în continuare din scris, așa cum o făceam și în ultima ta lună, când ai admis, în premieră, că ar putea fi, totuși, ceva de capul meu. Și de cariera mea.
Like a bakery opens because a guy wants to make bread. A tavern opens because a guy wants to serve beer to people. That’s why people start businesses. It’s because they want to do something with their time. They want that enterprise to be how they spend their days. But from an academic standpoint or from an analytical standpoint or from the standpoint of publicly held companies and investment class and everything, the reason the company started is meaningless. All they want to know is the share price going up. And for people like me that seems insane.
Advertisingul online se schimbă, AdBlock devine standard pentru utilizatori, iar organizaţiile româneşti din media (fie presă ori publicitate) nu fac nimic. Codurile de conduită, standardele, rămân neaplicate sau la stadii de discuţii, rata de click rămâne mică, mia de afişări se tot ieftineşte, clientul e nemulţumit, publisherul falimentează.
I’ve never been tempted to run ad-blocking software before — I make most of my living from ads, as do many of my friends and colleagues, and I’ve always wanted to support the free media I consume. But in the last few years, possibly due to the dominance of low-quality ad networks and the increased share of mobile browsing (which is far less lucrative for ads, and more sensitive to ad intrusiveness, than PC browsing), web ad quality and tolerability have plummeted, and annoyance, abuse, misdirection, and tracking have skyrocketed.
The Internet is a swirling death trap of dubious gossip, outraged tweet-to-tweet combat and a million identical pieces of over-processed, hormone-injected “news content” written for fourth-graders. There’s a reason for that. It’s called money.
As it is with the democratic masses, so it is with the democratic prince. In reaction against what he perceives as the “money-grubbing” of his oligarchic father, he adopts an undisciplined, self-indulgent lifestyle that causes him to reject his earlier training and surrender to “insolence and anarchy and waste and impudence” (560e).
This internal imbalance leads to chaos in his daily life:
he lives from day to day indulging the appetite of the hour; and sometimes he is lapped in drink and strains of the flute; then he becomes a water-drinker, and tries to get thin; then he takes a turn at gymnastics. . . . His life has neither law nor order; and this distracted existence he terms joy and bliss and freedom. (561c-d)
They often have jobs that entail long hours, high pressure and working vacations.
“Part of this pressure to keep going is less about greed and more about insecurity that might be self-imposed,” Ms. Polito said. “If you ask people, ‘If you knew you had five more years to live, would you act differently?’ they say they would. That’s a showstopper.”
Așa că unii, deși au milioane de dolari, aleg să traiască ca și cum nu le-ar avea, mergând zece ani cu aceeași mașină și cumpărând haine la preț redus:
It’s about paying attention to what makes you happy and not just doing what our society tells us to do,” said Donna Skeels Cygan, a financial adviser in Albuquerque and the author of the book “The Joy of Financial Security.”
“They look upon money as a tool,” she said of couples like Ms. Marchi and Mr. Weidner, with whom she has worked. “It’s an important tool. They don’t neglect it, but they also don’t worship it.”
My first real professional job was at a large health insurance corporation in Florida. I worked with several people who were well-compensated, but largely unhappy with the nature of the work. One boss offered me some strong life advice that I have generally heeded ever since: “Don’t get the golden handcuffs. Don’t get loaded down with high car payments and a mortgage that you can only afford if you do this job. Maintain your freedom.” He was right. I’ve taken his advice ever since and always strive to live in such a way that I have some margin and could change gears if necessary.
The ideals which have lighted me on my way and time after time given me new courage to face life cheerfully, have been Truth, Goodness, and Beauty. Without the sense of fellowship with men of like mind, of preoccupation with the objective, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific research, life would have seemed to me empty. The ordinary objects of human endeavour—property, outward success, luxury—have always seemed to me contemptible.
Ce cultură, mă? Mă, cultură nu există în capitalism cultură, mă. La capitalism nu există decât banul. Cine plătește, atât. Aia-i cultura capitalismului. Cine plătește comandă muzica. Da’ voi de unde să știți astea? – Gigi Becali
Când Gigi Becali vorbește despre ceva, nu înveți nimic despre acel ceva, dar înveți destule despre Gigi Becali. In cazul asta, că omul e ceea ce se cheamă un filistin:
The people who believe most that our greatness and welfare are proved by our being very rich, and who most give their lives and thoughts to becoming rich, are just the very people whom we call the Philistines.
Matthew Arnold are o carte clasică despre cultură ca antidot la filistinism, la fetișizarea banului:
Culture says: “Consider these people, then, their way of life, their habits, their manners, the very tones of their voice; look at them attentively; observe the literature they read, the things which give them pleasure, the words which come forth out of their mouths, the thoughts which make the furniture of their minds; would any amount of wealth be worth having with the condition that one was to become just like these people by having it?”
Confesiunea unui fost trader, despre lăcomia și egoismul culturii de pe Wall Street:
But in the end, it was actually my absurdly wealthy bosses who helped me see the limitations of unlimited wealth. I was in a meeting with one of them, and a few other traders, and they were talking about the new hedge-fund regulations. Most everyone on Wall Street thought they were a bad idea. “But isn’t it better for the system as a whole?” I asked. The room went quiet, and my boss shot me a withering look. I remember his saying, “I don’t have the brain capacity to think about the system as a whole. All I’m concerned with is how this affects our company.”