Formerly of Maine, presently of Brooklyn. I work for Made Media.
We’re hiring for a brand-new position at Lincoln Center. The title is “Direct Marketing Manager,” but that doesn’t really do it justice – it’s primarily a data-mining and business intelligence job. We’re looking for an all-around analytical thinker who can be creative about using whatever tools (Access, SQL, R, probably stuff I’ve never heard of) are needed to get at the human trends that are really behind the data.
Who buys X performance but not Y performance? Are our performances in discrete groups that tend to be purchased together with little overlap? What does a typical buyer for Z series look like? How many tickets did that brochure sell? Is there any segment of our audience that only buys shows that, say, feature an oboe, or include minor-key works?
It should be a really fun job for the right person. Lots of room to think creatively; not much day-to-day muck to get in the way.
If you’re interested, send us a note at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Update: This position was filled by the extremely capable Michael Ryan Holt.
Rain Room, the newest work by digital art collective Random International, consists of an indoor space in which it rains continuously everywhere except the very spot you’re standing. The raindrops, controlled by computers, just barely miss you.
Also see this great photo gallery on Co.Design. It’s on now through March 3 at the Barbican, Lincoln Center’s English counterpart. I’m dying to see it.
Seth Godin advises:
Now that information is ubiquitous, the obligation changes. It’s no longer okay to not know.
If you don’t know what a word means, look it up.
If you’re meeting with someone, check them out in advance.
If it sounds too good to be true, Google it before you forward it.
I might add:
If you don’t know the name of the product, look at the manufacturer’s website.
(Hint: Adobe makes no application called “PhotoShop” and Apple has never produced anything called an “iTouch.”)
Today I stumbled across a document called “Toponymic Guidelines for Map and Other Editors – Estonia,” and spent an unduly long time reading it.1
I think it fascinates me because it reminds me a bit of J.R.R. Tolkien’s descriptions of the etymology and place-names of Middle-Earth, except that Estonia actually exists. I am also delighted beyond reason that there exists something called the United Nations Conference on the Standardization of Geographic Names, let alone that there have apparently been seven such conferences.
In my defense, I was actually doing work, trying to figure out how to correctly pronounce the name of the Estonian conductor Tõnu Kaljuste for the benefit of WQXR’s announcers. (Still no definitive answer.) ↩
Back before William Faulkner was the William Faulkner, he was a clerk in the post office at the University of Mississippi, where, by all accounts, he was a terrible employee. When a postal inspector came to check up on him, he chafed, promptly resigning in this terse letter:
As long as I live under the capitalistic system, I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp.
This, sir, is my resignation.
He was the same age that I am now. I love this so much. (Via @openculture.)