“Since she gave up college during her junior year, she has always been an administrative assistant, and she probably doesn’t ever imagine a down-the-road career switch or return to school, unless it’s something more personally rewarding and Fun like photography or ceramics, so administrative assisting is where it’s at, for Lucy, and there’s a whole culture of mining humor from the absurdity of the contemporary workplace, but for Lucy it boils down to seeing to what extent she can get away with checking her email or reading blogs and tumblrs without it being a privilege that has to be taken away from her, as it was at her last job three years ago and which is why she left for a different company.”—Nicholas Grider, Misadventure
Another expedient [during the industrial revolution] was to pay workers at least partly in kind—and notice the very richness of the vocabulary of the sorts of things one was assumed to be allowed to appropriate from one’s workplace, particularly from the waste, excess, and side products: cabbage, chips, thrums, sweepings, buggings, gleanings, potchings, vails, poake, coltage, knockdowns, tinge.(103) “Cabbage,” for instance, was the cloth left over from tailoring, “chips” the pieces of board that dockworkers had the right to carry from their workplace (any piece of timber less than two feet long), “thrums” were taken from the warping-bars of looms, and so on.
(103) Actually the full list is: ‘cabbage, chips, waxers, sweepings, sockings, wastages, blessing, lays, dead men, onces, primage, furthing, dunnage, portage, wines, vails, tinge, buggings, colting, rumps, birrs, fents, thrums, potching, scrapings, poake, coltage, extra, tret, tare, largess, the con, nobbings, knockdown, boot, tommy, trimmings, poll, gleanings, lops, tops, bontages, keepy back, pin money.’
“Connecticut, I think, owned the little remaining part of Ohio—being the same where they now send Giddings to Congress, and beat all creation at making cheese.”—Abraham Lincoln, Speech on the Kansas-Nebraska act at Peoria, Illinois, 16 October, 1854
“Jeff was the star, so when we were in New York he stayed at the Waldorf-Astoria on posh Park Avenue, while Woody and I would be installed a little way across town in the much cheaper Gorham Hotel. But that was OK. It was a rock ‘n’ roll haunt at the time and you would always run into bands there: Cream, Sly and the Family Stone, Ten Years After. Janis Joplin, who was by no means a shy or retiring kind of woman, was always chasing Ronnie and me around the place, trying to shag one or the other of us, though without success. We were terrified of her and would hide behind the potted plant in the lobby until she had gone past.”—Rod Stewart, Rod: The Autobiography
“The losing side is going to feel very aggrieved. This is not going to be like 2000 and 2004; whichever side loses this election, they’re not going to feel like they lost fair and square, they’re going to feel like it was taken from them. They’re not going to believe the result that they saw.”—Chuck Todd on Hardball just now, evidently talking about some other country where the 2000 election went off hunky-dory and no one doubted the legitimacy of the winner.