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Munich Airport Greg Baxter Design: Anne Twomey

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American accents

American accents rise above all others—if you put a hundred nationalities in a room and asked them all to complain about there lack of customer service, the overweight woman from Ohio will be the one that shatters the nearest chandelier.

--Greg Baxter, from The Apartment (2012)

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Fintech forecast to spur 1.7m bank job cuts

Fintech forecast to spur 1.7m bank job cuts

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European and US banks will cut another 1.7m jobs in the next decade as financial technology companies stalk profitable growth areas such as lending and payments, a new report by Citigroup has predicted.

The 108-page Citi note takes a forensic look at where “fintech” companies are deploying their resources, how much business they have already…

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Fintech forecast to spur 1.7m bank job cuts

Fintech forecast to spur 1.7m bank job cuts

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Selfie

"The woman is pretty and has long arms and legs, and I smile at her. But she is not looking at me. She is looking at her phone. The woman is tanned and also muscular, fortyish. I have never seen listlessness like her listlessness. She is sending somebody a message. She is not the kind of person who uses her phone for anything other than text messages, or sending photographs--she does not even use it for telephone calls. She has an expensive smartphone, but if somebody ever said, Please check your phone for the weather, or asked her how to spell something, she would have to text the question to somebody who would look it up for her. She wears tight, dark-blue jeans and a black top that reveals one shoulder and hangs loosely from the other shoulder, and little black shoes. Her hair is in a ponytail. Her sunglasses are large and green-black. On the other end of these texts, I imagine an equally listless woman chronicling an equally unbearable lull in some other place. But this conversation started years ago and will never end, and it has nothing to do with airports or delays. One could be at the Met, listening to The Magic Flute, while the other might be sitting in the Musee de l'Orangerie, surrounded by Monet's Water Lilies, and they would be writing to each other of the unbearable quality of these scenes, the noises and these images, and these people. They never encountered a plate of food, no matter how ingenious or expensive or tasty, that they smiled at. They never drank a glass of wine that tasted nice. They never saw a landscape worth a photograph. They take photographs of things like fat people, or handbags, and send them to each other. Instinctively they know that personalities are a sign of weakness, or symptoms of self-deceit. A man with a personality is a coward. A woman with a personality is insane. Nobody has more personality than a fat, stupid, cowardly man, or a fat, stupid, insane woman. I would like to get a week with a woman like this woman, not to love or be loved, or for conversation, but to be near her in restaurants, to return her plates of food for being imperfect, to return her drinks for being insults. And to lie beside her in hotel beds while she watches television."

--Greg Baxter, from Munich Airport (2014)

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Editing and VFXing - this movie is so good! #passengersmovie

— Greg Baxter (@badgnome) February 9, 2016

[therumpus]

One of the few things I think I remember while writing the book (which I finished in the summer of 2013) is getting to that moment and thinking, What in the world have I done? I have failed, failed, failed. As an author, I never try to set out to accomplish anything, but then one hopes that a year or years of work, inspiration, and struggle will add up to something. I arrived at that point and felt utterly dejected, having once again produced an extraordinarily bleak, and this time also gruesome, book. But where else could I go? Was I going to solve the meaning of grief? So this unknowing is a terrible place to be, but it’s the only honest way out of the book; anything else would be a bankrupt gesture.

The Rumpus Interview with Greg Baxter

[davidkendall]

Everything human beings can imagine has been thrown at injustice, and injustice just absorbs it, and enlarges.

Greg Baxter