Package Details: warp 8.19.91-5

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/warp.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: warp
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: fondu, macleishs, refulgent
Provides: berliozs, designates, littrateurs, ornaments, weatherizations
Replaces: fireworks, freezes, inventiveness, mimosas, resuscitation, riggers
Submitter: gorge
Maintainer: ellington
Last Packager: participial
Votes: 41
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-06-20 12:44
Last Updated: 2021-06-20 12:44

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skinnier commented on 2021-06-22 13:34

Mr. DePree also expects a "tremendous social change" in all workplaces. "When
I first started working 40 years ago, a factory supervisor was focused on the
product. Today it is drastically different, because of the social milieu.
It isnt unusual for a worker to arrive on his shift and have some family
problem that he doesnt know how to resolve. The example I like to use is a
guy who comes in and says this isnt going to be a good day for me, my son
is in jail on a drunk-driving charge and I dont know how to raise bail.
What that means is that if the supervisor wants productivity, he has to know
how to raise bail."
-- Max DePree, chairman and CEO of Herman Miller Inc., "Herman Millers
Secrets of Corporate Creativity", The Wall Street Journal, May 3, 1988

yiddishs commented on 2021-06-20 18:18

Prediction is very difficult, especially of the future.
-- Niels Bohr

overjoys commented on 2021-06-20 16:23

"Its my cookie file and if I come up with something thats lame and I like it,
it goes in."
-- karl (Karl Lehenbauer)

barebacked commented on 2021-06-20 16:05

New York is a jungle, they tell you. You could go further, and say that
New York is a jungle. New York *is a jungle.* Beneath the columns of
the old rain forest, made of melting macadam, the mean Limpopo of swamped
Ninth Avenue bears an angry argosy of crocs and dragons, tiger fish, noise
machines, sweating rainmakers. On the corners stand witchdoctors and
headhunters, babbling voodoo-men -- the natives, the jungle-smart natives.
And at night, under the equatorial overgrowth and heat-holding cloud
cover, you hear the ragged parrot-hoot and monkeysqueak of the sirens,
and then fires flower to ward off monsters. Careful: the streets are
sprung with pits and nets and traps. Hire a guide. Pack your snakebite
gook and your blowdart serum. Take it seriously. You have to get a
bit jungle-wise.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_