Sunshocked

Although my disdain for the advertising industry is well-documented (and well-founded!), I would never go so far as to call them terrorists. The fair city of Boston, however, evidently would.

A broken storefront, left shattered by a car accident, was covered in silent flats of heavy particle board when he arrived. A skinny, white guy in a skinny, white t-shirt, he seemed an unlikely suspect for what was to come next.

Dropping by a bookstore to pick up a copy of Tao Te Ching seemed liked a simple task. But like many simple things, this one held great complexity within. Over 2000 years old, it’s been translated often—and each version is a little bit different.

Near the end of the trailer for “Epic Movie”, opening soon, someone (who is not Sacha Baron Cohen) dressed in Borat’s green super-thong looks at the camera and says, “Niiice.” What he means by this is, in fact, “This movie is a new milestone in anti-artistic, self-referential garbage.”