Parts of Mac McLelland’s Mother Jones piece, “I Was a Warehouse Wage Slave,” read like what Daniel Orozco might write had he worked in an major shipping warehouse instead of a human resources department.
"Too often, being on the left tasks you with a vigilant daily quest to avoid being tagged with snobbery. In sociological living, we place value on those works or groups that seem most likely to force a reevaluation of an exclusive or oppressive order, or an order felt to be oppressive simply because exclusive. And yet despite this perpetual reevaluation of all values, the underlying social order seems unchanged; the sense of it all being a game not only persists, but hardens." From n + 1, the latest "Intellectual Situation": "Too Much Sociology."
Espresso Book Machines are coming to Barnes and Nobles stores in New York, New Jersey and Pennsylvania, allowing customers to "make a physical print book of a hard-to-find book, a public domain title or self publish a book." Espresso Book Machines also win our prize for "Most Misleading Machine Name."
A conference on the implications of Google's proposed settlement with publishers will highlight the massive role Google's scanning project will play in the future of books. "'This is the last library.' It's going to be extremely difficult for anyone else to create a similar digital library in the future, at least under the current laws."
Recommended Reading: Kate Sweeney explores the business of environmentally-minded deep sea burial, which is offered by companies such as Georgia’s Eternal Reefs.
In her new book The Sixth Extinction, New Yorker staff writer Elizabeth Kolbert makes the case that we’re living in the sixth massive die-off of species in our planet’s history. Corraling evidence from zoologists, environmentalists and more, Kolbert argues that human activity is the cause of this latest event. In a review over at Vulture, Kathryn Schulz writes that Kolbert “makes a page-turner out of even the most sober and scientifically demanding aspects of extinction.”
Mick Jagger couldn’t get no satisfaction in Clearwater, Florida in 1965. If John Jeremiah Sullivan is to be believed, it was a young woman by the name of Ginny French who inspired Jagger to write the song while lounging poolside the morning after a big performance. If music marginalia is your thing, be sure to check out The Millions' own Torch Ballads and Jukebox Music column.