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He got an offer he couldn’t refuse. In just two shipments, he nearly cleaned out his supplier’s entire North American stock of controversial BPA drink bottles. What sane businessman would turn down 85 per cent off? [more..] Good Riddance to the Emo-tivation Decade If a tree falls in a forest and there’s no one there to Twitter about it—who the hell cares? Obviously, only the guy with some battery life left on his iPhone. [more..] The Next 100 Years--Try Moving to Poland Prepare yourself. The next 100 years might get a little tichy for those who don’t want to see Ronald McDonald as Head of the UN someday.[more..] There is a commercial now on television that features a woman going to the beach, a hairdresser, and a manicurist with a beaver. The ad is for tampons. Mm-hmm. [more..] When A Nightmare Gets A Fairytale Ending--or Not The press celebrated the nuptials worldwide. The story that began as a horrific honor rape was now giving us a Bollywood ending, worthy of the screenplay that is brewing in real life. That is, depending on who’s telling the tale. [more..] When Formaldehyde and Finance Make Great Art When Rome was burning—okay, maybe Wall Street and the worldwide financial cousie-bro markets in between-- Damien Hirst was sitting behind his Mr. Magoo glasses watching a £111 million pound wall of money rain down into his hot little hands on the very same day.[more..] Fauxtography: When Pictures Lie After years of fierce contention, a French court has now ruled that this footage shot by a freelance Palestinian cameraman was possibly a staged fake. If true, this would mark one of the most devastatingly harmful hoaxes seen in modern media. [more..] That Miserable Little 'C' Word If you want insight and analysis, read somebody else's column. This week you'll only get anger from me. Let's be clear Brad Shipton,
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Memory Erasers Will Blow Your Mind If you could take a pill that would eliminate your most painful memory, would you take it? [more..] There I was, standing in the Church of The Hot Shower, worshipping my scant four minutes of quiet, when suddenly the grand epiphany struck. I was just a hop-step away from having about as much interior quietude iin my life as Heather Mills armed with a glass of water and Paul’s lawyer in her sights. [more..] |