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It is this boy who dons the bright-orange bandolier and shepherds the lower grades' kids through the crosswalk outside school. [...]

this is the really eager boy (young Stecyk) whom everyone hates. inspiration for some intern: everyone hates him because he works really hard and is always (or appears to be) kind and helpful and has no sense of irony and is thus either the world's most passively passive-aggressive asshole or really that saintly and eager. someone who has obliterated the self to appease the other, which strikes all "others" as highly suspect and thus makes them uneasy or even aggressive

—p.31 §5 (31) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

A teacher whose homeroom the boy suggests a charted reorganization of the coat hooks and boot boxes lining one wall so that the coat and galoshes of the student whose desk is nearest the door would themselves be nearest the door, and the second nearest's second-nearest, and so on [...]

same intern as note1619: suggests efficiency in lunchtime seating arrangements, completely missing the whole social aspect (or trying to make it into an efficiency thing) and ofc everyone hates him

—p.36 §5 (31) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

[...] and there it was again, the snatch of forced air-music that Sylvanshine couldn't place but made him want to leave his seat and go chase something on foot in the company of all the children in the neighborhood, all of whom come boiling out of their respective front doors and hotfooting it up the street holding currency aloft, and before he could think, Sylvanshine said, 'Bizarre as this sounds, can either of you every so often hear--?'

'Mister Squishee,' now said the agent to his right in a baritone that didn't go with his body at all. 'Fourteen Mister Squishee iterant-route frozen confection S corp out of East Peoria trucks seized together with office facilities, receivables, and equity holdings of four out of the seven members of the family who owned what the Region's counsel convinced the Seventh Circuit was de facto a privately held S corp,' Bondurant said. 'Disgruntled employee, falsified depreciation schedules for everything from freezers to trucks like this here--'

  • the almost tragedy of requisitioning Mister Squishee ice cream trucks (and i believe the brand is related to Mister Squishy in the oblivion story) as IRS vehicles. something similar for the tech company? either they buy up some sort of symbol of the past (like banks, post office, manufacturing companies) or they get something seized by the IRS idk

or a reference to Square taking over the San Francisco Chronicle building, and someone seeing that as a symbol of tech eating the world (in a good way)

also the way they just call it an S corp (that's their primary way of classifying the world) is great. need to find something similar for people in MC's job. or Sean's job. classifying people he sees in the car next to him based on their customer profiles

—p.49 §7 (46) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

[...] the expression in Cheryl Ann's eyes, which without ever once again thinking about it Tom Bondurant has never forgotten, was one of blank terminal sadness, not so much that of a pheasant in a dog's jaws as of a person who's about to transfer something he knows in advance he can never get sufficient return on. [...]

Bondurant reminiscing about his relationship

I like the use of the ROI metaphor for love - use something similar to describe relationship between either MC and his wife or some other character's relationship

—p.52 §7 (46) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

For there were, by this time, degrees and gradations of public sweating, from a light varnish all the way up to a shattering, uncontrollable, and totally visible and creepy sweat. The worst thing was that one degree could lead to the next if he worried about it too much, if he was too afraid that a single sweat would get worse and tried too hard to control or avoid it. The fear of it could bring it on. He did not truly begin to suffer until he understood this fact, an understanding he came to slowly at first and then all of an awful sudden.

—p.95 §13 (93) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

[...] He would mentally repeat this to himself over and over. Franklin Roosevelt was right, but it didn't help--knowing it was the fear that was the problem was just a fact; it didn't make the fear go away. In fact, he started to think that thinking of the speech's line so much just made him all the more afraid of the fear itself. That what he really had to fear was fear of the fear, like an endless funhouse hall of mirrors of fear, all of which were ridiculous and weird. [...]

this is so good

—p.97 §13 (93) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

[...] as long as he's screaming and trying to beat himself unconscious against the wall of the room, they're going to keep him in that little room, and as long as he's in that little room, he's going to be screaming, because the whole problem is that he's a claustrophobic. He's a living example of how there has to be some slack or play in the rules and procedures for certain cases, or else sometimes there's going to be some ridiculous foul-up and someone's going to be in living hell.

an ep of Twilight Zone (maybe). not sure how to use this but it's kinda funny

—p.118 §14 (102) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

[...] Lane Dean, whose slacks have ridden up so far he'd have to go into a stall in a men's room to extract them, feels like running out into the fields in the heat and running in circles and flapping his arms.

Lane Dean's smoke break, just standing outside with two of his colleagues who are kind of ignoring him. I love this

—p.125 §16 (124) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

'[...] given how fast the first forty-two years have shot by it's not going t be long before I too pass away, whoever imagined that there was a more truthful way to put it than "die," "pass away," the very sound of it makes me feel the way I feel at dusk on a wintry Sunday--'

'Anybody got the time? How long we been in here, three hours?'

'And not only that, but everybody who knows me or even knows I exist will die, [...]'

in the middle of the elevator convo (on politics). inspiration for a board meeting or something that has devolved into a very strange conversation + the random, ignored interruption

tech-specific distractions: webinar, apple announcement, linkedin request

—p.145 §19 (132) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

[...] I'm 99 per cent sure that I took just one Intro Accounting class during all this time, and did all right in it until we hit depreciation schedules, as in the straight-line method vs. accelerated depreciation schedules, and the combination of difficulty and sheer boredom of the depreciation schedules broke my initiative, especially after i'd missed a couple of the classes and fallen behind, which with depreciation is fatal--

I love this. analogous concept in CS?

—p.157 §22 (156) by David Foster Wallace 7 years, 2 months ago

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