Saturday, November 21, 2015

Paris est une fête

from BBC News
Since the attacks in Paris last Friday, one book has been selling out in bookshops across the city: Ernest Hemingway's A Moveable Feast. The author's account of living in Paris in his youth is seen as a love letter to the city, its cafes and bars, and the Parisian way of life. In French its title is translated as "Paris est une fête", or "Paris is a party".
The book has been left at memorial sites, as a symbol of defiance; publishers have ordered it to be reprinted after Paris bookshops ran out of copies.

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Génération Bataclan

From Quartz newsfeed...
Génération Bataclan can be thought of as a global generation without borders–under threat everywhere that young people gather in the vibrant, mixed neighborhoods of the world’s most dynamic, liberal cities, to clink glasses, talk, dance to loud music, eat inexpensive foreign food and fall in love. That could mean London or New York, San Francisco, Jakarta, Berlin, Manila, Amsterdam, Sydney, Bangkok, Madrid, and more. The latest victims have been killed for the alleged 'crime' of being as carefree as you afford to can be in a contemporary job market and society where few have stable work.  November 13’s coordinated Paris massacres sent a message to young people across the world that they are targets. The under-40 crowd, wherever there is freedom of movement and spirit, are all Génération Bataclan.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Here she comes!

The first day of the job! This is not a gap-year internship, not a casual gig, this is the commencement of a career. The offices look welcoming... quintessentially start-up ambience in a hipster Berlin Kiez.

In Munich there's a proud Auld Da wishing Jessi all the best on this special day. 

Saturday, November 14, 2015

On pleure

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Sunday, November 08, 2015

Not forgotten

Saturday, November 07, 2015

Voom, voom!

No, that's not my daughter in the photo, but bear with me. Jessi's job is confirmed. She's on the payroll of a high-profile Berlin start-up as of the middle of the month. Acceptable salary plus stock options... the usual kind of deal whether in Silicon Valley, Silicon Roundabout or Silicon Kiez.

So she has been spared the dreaded fate of the arts postgraduate. She will not be stacking shelves, driving a cab, waiting tables or struggling to survive in the 'gig economy'. 

Her contract does not, however, entitle her to a 'company car'... only an electrically-powered scooter made by the firm she'll be working for as Brand Campaign Manager in the User Insights Department. How cool! (Not that I felt anything less than cool on my Vespa in 1961!)