So, even if this is an ad for the beer that tastes most like shame, Carlsberg, it’s a pretty cool ad.
Courtesy of Mr. Quinn Duffy.
Letters From Alphabet City
Goings-on inside and outside the mind of a speck
New York Times Top-10 E-Mailed
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Slate Magazine
- Slate V: Dear Prudence: I Got My Co-Worker's Sister Pregnant!
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- Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 made me feel terrible about myself, and I loved it.
- The gloomy wonders of Prague.
Distillation of a city’s pulse: Events
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can we get a translation on that ending?