>> “You’re not supposed to be enjoying yourself this much,” even though we were incredibly productive. Is it possible to have fun, go home at 6pm, and still be productive any more?
>> Especially looking at my younger friends in their late 20s, I feel bad for them, because they’re grinding. They’re working their asses off. They’re working so much harder than we did, and they’re barely having time for their own projects. One thing about the fat, Clintonian, CD money years, is that in New York, you could still skim off some of the industry money and be an artist. Is this just an attack of the Good Old Days syndrome or is it evidence of a trend that will eventually cause the ossification of our cities?
PS: UK: Book of the month style 'clubs' had books in 'club edition' bindings to differentiate them. They did that default option is you bought that month's book deal as well. My parents did it for a bit, then stopped it.