Elsewhere on the cultural context front, a little barb directed toward your general vicinity by David Brooks. From nytimes.com , a review of David Rockefeller's 'Memoirs':
He proved himself, in the parlance of the class, sound. And he positively excelled at the sober sort of networking that is appreciated in the executive suites where the wood paneling is dark and the cuff links are subtle. With his name, fortune and demeanor, he was able to hobnob with the great and the good, with George C. Marshall, Henry Kissinger, Anwar el-Sadat, etc. Over time Rockefeller transformed himself into the leading corporate statesman of his day. Wherever there were panel discussions, evenly spaced bottles of mineral water and worthy discourses on the need for increased international dialogue, Rockefeller was there. He was there at the creation of the Trilateral Commission, the Bilderberg Society, the Pesenti Group. He served as chairman of the Council on Foreign Relations. His ability to endure tedium must be unmatched in all human history.
Would that count as a Zing! or an Ouch!? |
