Sunshocked

Our nation is less than two weeks away from the arrival of the iPhone, but all is not well. Apple’s exclusive partnership with AT&T makes the iPhone a very difficult purchase to reconcile with nerd values.

It turns out that Sao Paulo wasn’t joking back in December with their billboard ban. As the ads have come down, a boneyard of skeletal billboards have been left in their place.

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.

It’s been 43 days since I’ve talked about pirates, which is far too long. I’m certainly not the first to note the hilarious audacity of The Pirate Bay, as their responses to legal threats are certifiable entertainment, but reading the reactions on Digg (whose “news” is fast resembling email forwards of the late 90s) I decided in was time for a lesson in ethical development.

The legalization of marijuana is on the ballot in Nevada, stirring up the amount of controversary expected from a state whose biggest export is nothing because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. However, U.S. Drug Czar John Waters recently broke a Nevada law (which are hard to find) by actively campaigning against the dreaded Question 7.

I’ve never really thought of myself as a nationalist. Sure, the United States of America has been good to me, but I’ve avoided any jingoism over my 29 years. It wasn’t until yesterday when our president signed into law legislation that allows torture and eliminates habeas corpus that I realized how much I loved our country—and how much it hurts to see it destroyed in my generation.