Coming of punk age

At the Met, hear one young woman - Was your father going to CBGB?
I clearly remember that  lunch time with the construction workers at Johnson and Johnson's headquarters. They were inviting to lunch someplace. Was not sure where. A bar? A gogo bar? a strip joint? In any case, too shy to ask for explanations and not sure I wanted to go with them, I ordered my beef on rye in the trailer and spent the following hour with a young engineer who spoke only of CBGB.  Also, that day it was the first time I used a fax. Had to get permission from my boss and schedule the hour for faxing.
I never went to CBGB. First time I saw their urinal was today at the Met.
Never got to go to the New Brunswick  gogo bar or to  CBGB.

Extreme ....

What can be more fabulous  than the Syrian army  hacking the Onion twitter. In the middle of a bloody civil war, when accusations of chemical gas are flying, the army on the losing side spends its time by hacking the twitter feed of a fake news organization.  Maybe they are into something:  “The Onion is a satire news organization and quite often is more trusted to reflect the news than the corporate media is known to,”  they think. Respect and admiration. Quite possible. The Onion is the only tweet I follow.

creeping to Sibeira

Back to work, back to the old tricks. Reuse the slogans. In two or three years we will see everybody growing mustaches. And don't you worry everybody will have his or her own files (dossiers?)....to complement the ones in Facebook or Google ...