April 7, 2005

I am really dissapointed by that last entry. I was going to write something about how working on marketing projects destroys any possibility that I craft decent entries for theflink.

However, while lunching I read the following in Amazonia, (see previous, poorly written entry);

Inside every artist is the debris of a scientist, The same thing might be said of numerous other professions. Take psychoanalysts, with their wish to be seen as steely, squinting, white coated clinicians. Freud laid his cards on the table in, "The Future of an Illusion," arguing that his own intuitive procedures were basically a form of New Math:" Psychoanalysis is in reality a method of research, an impartial instrument, rather like infinitesimal calculus." Surely this makes the shrink the great scientist manque of the last century. In our own though, I'd suggest that this role has been taken over by an unlikely candidate: the youthful middle manager, with a freshly minted Masters in Business Administration.

{{cringe}} says the not even minted MBA candidate who can't write decently while working on large-scale exercises in completely superflous quantitative research ("Let's test to see whether there are many young arty types living in le plateau montreal - oh yes! Let's waste hours upon hours testing that. It's very scientific. No wait, let's just go to Euro-deli and count peircings and visible tattoos, it will bring the same result, I think...)