2-1-2. It's prestige. It's the Big Apple. And you hardly have to move your finger to dial it.

This is a very big win for Apple.

That means I've got to keep the peeler going, ... There's hardly no place to move around.

It's great to make such a big move.

I'm not able to move hardly at all. But if I use this cane and I have an obstacle, I can step over it and get the next foot up there.

Who the fuck cares where you went to school or where you work? The question is: Is your everyday experience good, healthy, beautiful? Because I have to tell you, while it might be cool to work for a company like Google, Apple, or The New Yorker, if your job is stupid, stressful and your boss is an asshole, there is nothing good or prestigious about that. While it might seem right to go to a school like Berkeley, if classes are overcrowded and students are nervous, anxious, religious zealots from Orange County, are you sure you want to go there? What’s good about that? To believe in prestige is to privilege abstract, collective impression over palpable, daily experience. To which I say: fuck prestige. Do what serves your everyday vitality.