Ask These Power Questions To Make Meaningful Connections
There's another question that we write about in power questions actually, which Steve Jobs used to use with his engineers all the time, which is, "Is this the best you can do?"
There's another question that we write about in power questions actually, which Steve Jobs used to use with his engineers all the time, which is, "Is this the best you can do?"
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As spring slowly gives way to summer and temperatures begin to heat up, bicyclists everywhere are heading out to their garages, tuning up their wheels and hitting the pavement or trails.
1. Commute to work
Your boss might actually pay you to bike to the office. Sound appealing? Speak to your company's human resources representative about the federal Bicycle Commuter Act. Here's the rundown, according to the League of American Bicyclists:
With so much at stake, Al Hain-Cole expects the Terriers to contest a typically tense and low-scoring final against Jaap Stam's team at Wembley
Ontario's economy is surging after years of lagging behind the oil-producing provinces.
University of Calgary researchers say they've developed technology to prevent spills from new or existing oil and gas pipelines. But what does it cost?
Nunavut Tunngavik Incorporated, which speaks for Inuit in Canada, says all Independent Assessment Process records should be destroyed, unless an individual survivor opts for theirs to be kept.
Matthew Brandon holds a special place at the Depot, as the RCMP training academy in Regina is known. The 25-year-old, who has the mental capacity of a toddler, has been named an honorary drill unit member.
Veterans Affairs Minister Kent Hehr is facing renewed pressure to deliver on the Liberal government's promise of giving ex-soldiers the "option" of taking a lifetime pension for wounds suffered during service.
It's hard to see Leitch now as anything but a future backbencher — if that — her name synonymous with a weird, divisive leadership campaign designed to appeal to Canadians' baser instincts.
Oil demand continues to rise, but the world economy is on the verge of a green tipping point. And winning means getting ahead of the curve.
Polls suggest that Canadians have few strong opinions about Andrew Scheer and that presents the new Conservative leader with both an opportunity and a problem.
The sculptor Joy Brown creates enormous bronze humanoid figures, and, on a recent Monday night, nine of them arrived in the city on flatbed trucks, to be installed on the Upper West Side. The bodies, zaftig and bald, stand as high as eleven feet tall. Each weighs well over a thousand pounds. They’re like Teletubbies that grew up, chilled out, lost their headgear, and took up nude sunbathing. New Yorkers would awake to find them encamped on the medians of Broadway, from West Seventy-second Street to 166th... Читать дальше...
All I had to do for the two dollars was clean Her house for a few hours after school. It was a beautiful house, too, with a plastic-covered sofa and chairs, wall-to-wall blue-and-white carpeting, a white enamel stove, a washing machine and a dryer—things that were common in Her neighborhood, absent in mine. In the middle of the war, She had butter, sugar, steaks, and seam-up-the-back stockings.
Arundhati Roy’s “The Ministry of Utmost Happiness” (Knopf) is a book that people have been waiting twenty years for. In the late nineteen-nineties, when Roy was in her thirties, she did some acting and screenwriting—she had married a filmmaker, Pradip Krishen—but mostly, she says, she made her living as an aerobics instructor. She had also been working on a novel for five years. In 1997, she published that book, “The God of Small Things.” Within months, it had sold four hundred thousand copies and won the Booker Prize... Читать дальше...
Khost, Afghanistan: One rainy night, in March, 2009, we crossed a muddy field to intercept a group of Taliban who’d come out of the mountains of Pakistan. They were walking west. We were patrolling north to arrive at a point ahead of them, where we’d set up an ambush. The field was actually many fields, inundated by snowmelt and rain. Piles of rocks, laid by farmers, demarcated the flooded borders. Every so often we’d come across evidence of what had once grown in those fields: an island of blighted corn stalks... Читать дальше...
The Trouble with Reality, by Brooke Gladstone (Workman). This brisk piece of media criticism, by the host of WNYC’s “On the Media,” draws on philosophy and literature to show the extent to which the American press has been ill-equipped to deal with a major political figure—Donald Trump—who creates a parallel reality rather than working within the realm of consensus. The book’s main concern isn’t dishing out platitudes but providing a battle plan for individuals anxiously “watching the edifice... Читать дальше...
There was no reason for the investment bankers who interviewed me to hire me. I knew nothing about finance and wasn’t even really clear as to what bankers did; all I knew was that they wore snazzy suits and looked coolly impatient. My reason for wanting to be a banker was simple: I was a student at Harvard Law School, and I figured that, instead of working very hard as a corporate lawyer, I might as well work the same amount in finance and make even more money. Many of my fellow-students appeared to be thinking the same thing; as I remember... Читать дальше...
I met W. G. Sebald almost twenty years ago, in New York City, when I interviewed him onstage for the PEN American Center. Afterward, we had dinner. It was July, 1997; he was fifty-three. The brief blaze of his international celebrity had been lit a year before, by the publication in English of his mysterious, wayward book “The Emigrants.” In a review, Susan Sontag (who curated the PEN series) had forcefully anointed the German writer as a contemporary master.
One February day in 1988, I emerged from the subway on Lexington Avenue to find that East Sixty-eighth Street, where I’d recently begun working as a private secretary to a countess, was overrun by fire trucks and acrid with the stench of smoke. “The street is closed,” a fireman told me, as I tried to enter the block. Then, among the retracting ladders and dripping cornices, I noticed a head thrust from the window of a grand prewar apartment house. A guttural voice reached the fireman and me: “Let her through! Читать дальше...
At some point, a rich old man named Ryland W. Peaslee had made an enormous donation to the program, and this was why not only the second-year fellowships he’d endowed but also the people who received them were called Peaslees. You’d say, “He’s a Peaslee,” or “She’s a Peaslee.” Each year, four were granted. There were other kinds of fellowships, but none of them provided as much money—eighty-eight hundred dollars—as the Peaslees. Plus, with all the others, you still had to teach undergrads.
In the Trump era, political performance, like so much else, is in the eye of the beholder. Liberals see an Administration in a tailspin. But Trump’s base sees it differently: a recent Pew survey showed that, among Republicans, the President’s approval rating is eighty-two per cent.
In December, 2015, a new startup called Juno entered the ride-hailing market in New York City with a simple proposition: it was going to treat its drivers better than its competitors, notably Uber, did theirs—and do “something that was socially responsible,” as one of Juno’s co-founders, Talmon Marco, told me last fall. In practice, that meant drivers would keep a bigger part of their fares and be eligible for a form of stock ownership in the company. But, on April 26th, when an Israeli company... Читать дальше...
In the summer of 1967, I took a job working for the Neighborhood Youth Corps in Little Rock. It was not a job I wanted—just one I could get. I was living in my mother’s apartment. She had assured me that I was welcome there. But I would need to work and bring in money if I meant to stay. I had worked at some job, been gainful at some mode of employment, every single day since I was twelve. Not to work, not to have a job, and to be idle was an unrecognized human state in my family. We were working people. Читать дальше...