Lori Philipson is well-credentialed in ways that, some have suggested, have little or no bearing on this program.
Those naysayers must have forgotten that some years ago she developed a successful ad campaign to get her neighbors to proofread their building phone list [photo of two hands labeled “Do you have 10 digits?”], and that she was lauded in the early aughts by her daughter for a series of tiny wordless books published daily in a lunchbox.
One of Lori’s friends, the personal assistant to someone you’ve definitely heard of, refers to her as “a hanger-on of the hangers-on.” Early inclinations toward this wannabeeism were apparent during her years as a magazine editor and word-game creator, during which time she seated herself in the art department, swiveling in a drafting chair and “advising” on typefaces.
In addition, over the last decades, she received notice in the real estate departments of various New York law firms for her ephemeral paper-clip-and-Post-It charm bracelets.
Lori is primarily interested in exploring whether the year 2020 will end, and if it does, whether anyone will have learned anything at all.