Jack Fisher

It becomes harder to ignore, these thoughts that gather dust in the empty spaces. It's much easier to complain, to want: a higher salary, more travel time, more friends.

My brain is like a piece of glass, shattered into a million drops of light reflected on and on. My whimsy is there, buried in books and words and letters, disconnected from – there, my angst, with poets and dreamers, shuffling among the dark recesses giving (of course) stage to the

The bus alternated between the clean Pacific air and the fetidity of cracked souls. The mist fuzzed the windows. The bright neon of peekaboo nude shows blurred against the orange glow of wine bars and taquerias.

reshiff isn't there a secret part of you that's a little gleeful that the world is going to hell? reshiff but i was talking about reshiff what about all the people you know who are holier than thou reshiff in finance angelturtl i feel bad for

The office has a somewhat anti-establishment streak.  The boys love Rock Band, screaming is fun and meetings have stacks of legos to keep the suits occupied.

An interesting story came out of the Wall Street crash that made me pause for thought: Silicon Alley Tells Wall Street: Send Us Your Resumes.  For a few venture capital firms and startups in New York, this is a chance to make their pitch to newly laid off bankers and