We see flooding tactics that distort or overcome disfavored speech through fake news, fake commentators, bots of various sorts, and the like. We see the splintering of news media, such that everyone has-- not everyone. I don't. But many people have what Cass Sunstein calls the "daily me." We only get the information that confirms your biases,
Catamount, up in Vermont, which was one of the pioneer, one of the my generation of brewers, failed. And that whole splintering of the media and the emergence of social media
Selling out to big brewers. And that game has all changed now with the splintering of the media and the internet, et cetera.
Charmin is one of our clients; they have a great app called "Sit or Squat" that helps you find bathrooms, public restrooms, when you're in need. They're not -- folks are tuning out of traditional advertising or splintering it along five hundred channels but I think there's a really different opportunity to have a more focused kind of
it almost feels like I could describe two possible futures here. One where things get meaningfully worse, where there is exceptional levels of distrust of all of the important institutions where people are kind of finding their narrative. Wherever they want to splintering all the way down. I kind of call that now. That's what I'm talking about. But say it gets worse. Say that gets more difficult to navigate. And then there's another possibility, which interestingly for me could be brought on by much the same forces. There's this sense that there's nothing I can
And "West Side Story" is his most famous and successful attempt, successful attempt, to use his music And yet at the same time, everybody seems to be splintering off into their own little groups and becoming more tribal.
that the door sagged crookedly in its frame. An instant later, my visitor stepped on the broken door and crushed it into a splintering mess as it forced its way out onto the concrete walkway like an octopus flowing out of a tiny crevice in the rocks.
houses in a way that brought a cozy pleasure to him. There could be no vain scrambling to find one’s destiny, here. It lay not more than five feet from the fireplace, as in ancient years. His father frequently set Ambrose ruminating on civilizations tens of centuries old, on the frenetically unfolding, spreading, and splintering empires of the Mediterranean. Several times together they had visited archaeological sites. Now, as then Ambrose ran his mind over the traces of antiquity. The jewelweed and blank yellow