Is anyone still obsessed with the Malaysia Airlines Flight MH370 Crash?
The Malaysian airplane went missing five years ago and in this fast news cycle, there hasn’t been much about it, and apparently, in this amazing article in The Atlantic, THE GOVERNMENT DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT EITHER. There is especially resistance to talking about the pilot, and how he may have been the reason. Also, there is no other reasonable explanation. As the article outlines, the possibility of hijackers is impossible. This, however, was a beautiful and creepy image:
It is easy to imagine Zaharie toward the end, strapped into an ultra-comfortable seat in the cockpit, inhabiting his cocoon in the glow of familiar instruments, knowing that there could be no return from what he had done, and feeling no need to hurry. He would long since have repressurized the airplane and warmed it to the right degree. There was the hum of the living machine, the beautiful abstractions on the flatscreen displays, the carefully considered backlighting of all the switches and circuit breakers. There was the gentle whoosh of the air rushing by. The cockpit is the deepest, most protective, most private sort of home. Around 7 a.m., the sun rose over the eastern horizon, to the airplane’s left. A few minutes later it lit the ocean far below. Had Zaharie already died in flight?
Something else I am obsessed with is this profile of Adam Neumann, founder of We Work. He is the epitome of a tech “visionary” who thinks he is changing the world. And you know how I love reading about megalomaniac gurus. So many insane details in this New York Magazine Profile.
The ultimate perk for many employees — and a nightmare experience for others — was the annual Summer Camp, a multiday affair initially held at an upstate camp owned by the family of a WeWork executive. All kinds of activities were offered — yoga, ax throwing, leaf printing, a drum circle — along with entertainment by an expensive array of visiting performers. The Chainsmokers once played and received WeWork stock as part of their fee, while the Weeknd was flown in from Toronto by helicopter. (TenaciousWe, an employee band, has also performed.) “It was just so much everything,” one former executive said. “Alcohol, drugs — there was not a lot of food. That was the only thing there wasn’t a lot of.”
Summer Camp was also the place where Neumann’s gravitational pull was at its strongest. At last year’s event, according to a report in Property Week, a British real-estate publication, Neumann sat onstage next to his wife and McKelvey as the crowd sang “Olé, Olé, Olé.” A WeWork employee from India started chanting, “Let’s go, WeWork, let’s go!” while another from California screamed, “You’re changing the world, Adam! We love you.” Augusto Contreras, a WeWork employee from Mexico City, proposed to his girlfriend next to a dodgeball tournament. “I felt like I was surrounded by my extended family,” he told the company blog. He had been at WeWork for seven months.
A notice to young people seduced by working at a startup: It rarely ends well.