The Cambridge skyline

The construction of the so-called ‘Grand Arcade’ proceeds apace. Soon this lovely medieval city will have exactly the same kinds of shopping mall as Gateshead or Dubai. A glimpse of a previous generation of commercial vandalism (in this case the early 1970s redevelopment of Lion Yard) can be seen in the foreground. (Fittingly, that building was the first — rented — location of the Microsoft Research lab.) When I am Supreme Ruler, Lion Yard and Grand Arcade will be bombed flat using precision-guided munitions. (The occupants will be given due warning and time to collect their belongings before fleeing: I am a hard man, but fair.)

Exciting new career opportunities

Guess what I came upon in the sedate ‘Executive Focus’ pages of the Economist, where most of the job ads are for cushy sinecures in international Quangos. Nothing less than “National Clandestine Service Careers” in the CIA! Intervene in a country of your choice? Er, not exactly.

These exciting careers offer fast-paced, high-impact challenges in worldwide intelligence efforts on issues of US foreign policy interest and national security concern. Applicants should possess “impeccable integrity [eh?], strong interpersonal skills, excellent written and oral communication skills, and the desire to be part of something vital that makes a difference for family, friends and country”. Quite so. “Foreign travel opportunities exist for all positions and some require relocation abroad for 2-3 year tours of duty”. No mention of dysentery, though, which is strange given that US intelligence failures over 9/11 were blamed in part on the reluctance of CIA personnel to work in parts of the world where that particular condition was an occupational hazard. Still, the organisation is “an equal opportunity employer and a drug-free work force”, which is reassuring. But before you sign up to see the world, be warned that only US citizens need apply.
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Quote of the day

It was the worst retail store I had ever seen. Sam had brought a couple of trucks of watermelons in and stacked them on the sidewalk. He had a donkey ride out in the parking lot. It was about 115 degrees, and the watermelons began to pop, and the donkey began to do what donkeys do, and it all mixed together and ran all over the parking lot. And when you went inside the store, the mess just continued, having been tracked in all over the floor. He was a nice fellow, but I wrote him off. It was just terrible.

David Glass, who later succeeded Sam Walton as Chairman of Wal-Mart, on his first encounter with the brand. Cited by John Lanchester in a nice review of two books about Wal-Mart. It just goes to show that one should never judge by first impressions. Or does it?

En passant… I see that Mr Lanchester, whose writing I admire, is keeping a Blog about the World Cup.

Stansted ab initio

I’m always fascinated by early doodles. Here’s Norman Foster’s first sketch for Stansted airport (from Catalogue: Foster and Partners, Prestel, 2005; reviewed in the London Review of Books, 22 June 2006). At first sight it looks trivial. But actually it conveys the radical idea underpinning the design — which was to put services under the terminal, thereby enabling it to have a light, airy roof.

iDon’t

iDon’t — a lovely (and subtly effective) site which attacks iPod conformity. With those white earphone cables becoming ubiquitous, the iPod is losing its cool image. It’s becoming the aural equivalent of Marks & Spencer knickers: what your parents wore — and what you wouldn’t be seen dead in! The site is sponsored by SanDisk, makers of an inexpensive MP3 player.

Open source news

Perceptive column by Jeff Jarvis. Excerpt:

A week ago, Guardian editor Alan Rusbridger made quite a stir when he announced that some articles destined for the newspaper would now go to the web first. This may not seem like a big deal, except to the journalists whose circadian rhythm of meetings, deadlines and drinks will now suffer chronic jetlag. And you might say that this is being done already as major newspapers put updates online. But in giving the web priority over the paper, the Guardian is handing its crown jewels, its polished final product, to the future. And that is changing the nature of that product.

When the paper puts an edited story online hours before the old evening deadline, it means that readers may then react, asking more questions, offering more facts. And that means the reporter can augment that story for print. Thus the simple act of exposing a story to daylight before the dark of print can improve the journalism in it. After publication, this continues as readers offer more help and the story is updated online, in its text or in the discussion around it. This needn’t become an endless edition. But it is the end of news on the stone tablet. News becomes plastic. And news opens up…