Without any further comment, here’s one of the spokespersons of the protesting taxi drivers:
"who was disinvited from speaking on a Gawker Media-sponsored panel for sending a reply-all to other speakers he had not yet met that simply said 'die'"
The only time I've ever gone to a casino has been with Tommy Craggs. He's obsessed with following the probabilistic rules of proper gambling, focusing on "the process" instead of playing blackjack in a way that might possibly be enjoyable. It's like watching an old man slowly masturbating to CSPAN without any of the…
At Nick Denton's wedding, one of the few images I remember vividly is Craggs grinding with his girlfriend up against a mirrored wall, completely shithoused, looking at himself in the mirror (tuxedo-clad, flawless, primal, sweaty) before looking down at her. Up and down, up and down, gyrating, shallow thrusts.
Gawker's new editorial supremo has replaced the traffic chart that used to greet visitors to the Fourth Floor, the library-like space in the company's headquarters on Elizabeth Street. In place of the jagged Quantcast blues of traffic hits, increasingly for stories that we weren't proud of, is now a hand-crafted blog.
"I have some important news." Usually, that's how I start a conversation with someone who is being promoted, or fired. This time, that conversation is about me: my solo leadership of this company, and the collective management that is going to replace it.
I spent some time in San Pedro. Its a "borough" located higher up the mountain and it reminds me more of Brooklyn than any part of Monterrey. Street fairs, dog runs, and WholeFood type grocery stores. Mariel has a booth there every Sunday selling baked treats and people love it!