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The words in a sentence.
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March 23, 2012
March 22, 2012
March 18, 2012
Two quotes from Master of the Game: Steve Ross and the creation of Time Warner by Connie Bruck
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Connie Bruck writes [about Steve Ross]:
Because he was a scholarship student, Ross was given the job of taking the younger children to Central Park each day; and the school's coach, noting his way with the children, asked him to be a counselor-in-training at a summer camp in Maine, Camp Kohut. Ross was given a bunk of five-year-olds. For Ross's young charges, he made all of life a game: they didn't walk to the mess hall, they go there by playing. In order to come out of their bunk, they had to guess in which hand Ross was holding a coin (he was already practices at sleight-of-hand); whoever guessed right was allowed to descend one step, and whoever got to the bottom of the steps first won.
One of Ross's campers, a difficult little boy who cried a great deal, was named Henry Jaglom. His parents seemed always to be traveling and missed the visiting days. That summer and the next (Ross again was Henry's counselor), when visiting days arrived, Henry would always guess the right hand and make it first to the bottom - and then, when his bunkmates were with their parents, he would set out for extended nature walks with Ross.
About thirty years later, introduced to Ross in a restaurant, Jaglom thought they were meeting for the first time. But Ross, upon hearing Jaglom's name, declared with a broad grim, "You were the one who gave me this grey hair." - and then recounted to Jaglom how his lucky streak had been arranged. Jaglom later said that he "felt something welling up in me as he told me what he had done. It was so extraordinarily kind. I remembered the feeling of soaring down those steps. I'm sure that that was the first taste of winning I ever had."
And:
Ross defies facile, conclusive analysis. For example, to say that he was incessantly manipulating to project a certain image is not to suggest that his generosity was all a sham. The limitless giving that became his hallmark in later years had started early, and in instances where it certainly had no public purpose. His daughter Toni recalled that when she was a little girl, Ross seemed "obsessed" with Christmas. "There were so many gifts, and you'd be opening and opening and opening presents, and you had to get them all opened before breakfast. And there were rules; certain ones had to be opened first, and then there were others, behind the tree, and you had to get to those last - it was exhausting!"
As she got older, Ross gave her "thousands and thousand and thousands of gifts." Finally, she had said, "No more." "He was a giving tree," she continued, "People needed things from him: that was his mind-set. He was stuck in that. That was the tragedy."
However murky the sources of some of Ross's behavior, this much is clear: he recreated himself in mythic proportions that were, by and large, untrue. The myth portrayed him as a man who was infinitely generous, loyal to the death, and who valued the well-being of his friends above his own - sacrificing himself for the good of others. But the truth was that his extraordinary generosity was funded to a great degree by the company; his loyalty, in many cases, endured as long as people were useful to him; and - driven by a compulsion to win - he tended to put his own interest ahead of others, in situations large and small.
Not only did Ross not sacrifice himself for the good of others, as did his putative soul mate, George Bailey, but the precise converse was true - even when it came to his best friend. He had, after all, sacrificed Jay Emmett to save himself.
[This book, Master of the Game: Steve Ross and the creation of Time Warner by Connie Bruck, is completely fascinating and disturbing. A glimpse into the con-game of capitalism that for some reason I found strangely profound.]
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Connie Bruck writes [about Steve Ross]:
Because he was a scholarship student, Ross was given the job of taking the younger children to Central Park each day; and the school's coach, noting his way with the children, asked him to be a counselor-in-training at a summer camp in Maine, Camp Kohut. Ross was given a bunk of five-year-olds. For Ross's young charges, he made all of life a game: they didn't walk to the mess hall, they go there by playing. In order to come out of their bunk, they had to guess in which hand Ross was holding a coin (he was already practices at sleight-of-hand); whoever guessed right was allowed to descend one step, and whoever got to the bottom of the steps first won.
One of Ross's campers, a difficult little boy who cried a great deal, was named Henry Jaglom. His parents seemed always to be traveling and missed the visiting days. That summer and the next (Ross again was Henry's counselor), when visiting days arrived, Henry would always guess the right hand and make it first to the bottom - and then, when his bunkmates were with their parents, he would set out for extended nature walks with Ross.
About thirty years later, introduced to Ross in a restaurant, Jaglom thought they were meeting for the first time. But Ross, upon hearing Jaglom's name, declared with a broad grim, "You were the one who gave me this grey hair." - and then recounted to Jaglom how his lucky streak had been arranged. Jaglom later said that he "felt something welling up in me as he told me what he had done. It was so extraordinarily kind. I remembered the feeling of soaring down those steps. I'm sure that that was the first taste of winning I ever had."
And:
Ross defies facile, conclusive analysis. For example, to say that he was incessantly manipulating to project a certain image is not to suggest that his generosity was all a sham. The limitless giving that became his hallmark in later years had started early, and in instances where it certainly had no public purpose. His daughter Toni recalled that when she was a little girl, Ross seemed "obsessed" with Christmas. "There were so many gifts, and you'd be opening and opening and opening presents, and you had to get them all opened before breakfast. And there were rules; certain ones had to be opened first, and then there were others, behind the tree, and you had to get to those last - it was exhausting!"
As she got older, Ross gave her "thousands and thousand and thousands of gifts." Finally, she had said, "No more." "He was a giving tree," she continued, "People needed things from him: that was his mind-set. He was stuck in that. That was the tragedy."
However murky the sources of some of Ross's behavior, this much is clear: he recreated himself in mythic proportions that were, by and large, untrue. The myth portrayed him as a man who was infinitely generous, loyal to the death, and who valued the well-being of his friends above his own - sacrificing himself for the good of others. But the truth was that his extraordinary generosity was funded to a great degree by the company; his loyalty, in many cases, endured as long as people were useful to him; and - driven by a compulsion to win - he tended to put his own interest ahead of others, in situations large and small.
Not only did Ross not sacrifice himself for the good of others, as did his putative soul mate, George Bailey, but the precise converse was true - even when it came to his best friend. He had, after all, sacrificed Jay Emmett to save himself.
[This book, Master of the Game: Steve Ross and the creation of Time Warner by Connie Bruck, is completely fascinating and disturbing. A glimpse into the con-game of capitalism that for some reason I found strangely profound.]
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March 12, 2012
Differently
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They are the ones who know how to speak of things. We are the ones who talk about stuff. To them ideas are important. To us ideas are actions. In a corner we've painted with small brush and great care, we draw such distinctions. They are the ones who make fine distinctions. And we are also the ones that make fine distinctions. But we do so differently.
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They are the ones who know how to speak of things. We are the ones who talk about stuff. To them ideas are important. To us ideas are actions. In a corner we've painted with small brush and great care, we draw such distinctions. They are the ones who make fine distinctions. And we are also the ones that make fine distinctions. But we do so differently.
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