Doug Lansky had an awesome idea: compile the crappiest stuff in travel on an all-inclusive forum, then put out an award for the very most unfortunate travel adventure. Awards exist for worst airline (US Airways,) most overrated cathedral (Notre Dame, it's smaller then it is in pictures), and most aggressive beggars (India, I agree completely). I'm looking forward to many happy hours spent combing through horrid travel experiences. I cannot entirely explain it, but horrifying travel stories are infinitely more satisfying then pleasant, happy ones. If I read another uplifting story about a magical cultural experience filled with smiling, folk-dancing natives and delicious but rustic food and the sense of inner peace and escape - I will vomit, I will plotz, I will rebel.
Stories where someone is, say, drugged in an opium den and has their gallbladder removed for recreational drug purposes by a homosexualist dwarf with a wall-eye and then is grossly overcharged for the taxi ride back - now that's what I want to read about. I would be overjoyed if a travel publication devoted only to unpleasant travel existed, complete with glossy photographs of carnage and terror and helpful guides to countries to avoid at all costs. Perhaps Bruce Lansky will fill this gap.
Indeed, if I ever become a real actual travel writer, I intend to actively seek out horrendous travel experiences for the entertainment of my readership, will actually sacrifice my body and my soul on the alter of snigger-worthy bad holiday experience.
Nah, not really.
How to Tell If You Have Religious Food - Consumerist
Is your food touched by the mighty hand of our immortal creator? The Consumerist offers some easy steps for identifying if your snack food is divinely inspired. Is your meal ticket contained within the depths of your bag of Cheetohs Cool Ranch? Is the beetling brow of Moses lurking within your Funyuns? Only you can answer that question!
Endearingly Horrid Mexican Mariachi Music Video
I want to be best friends with these guys and frolic in their Mexican funland and we will eat tacos and jiggle our booties and oh my goodness, what a vision of perfect human joy.
To the Battlefield, My Fellow Dweebs! - Bad Science
Ben Goldacre opens a can of whoopass on the media's curious love of trash science (as he does all the time on his blog, you should really subscribe to it). This week, he tackles the supposed reality of "man flu," smart girls supposedly superior sex lives, and sunshine's effects on lifespan - and notes that perhaps online media can play a bigger part then it previously has in providing true medical info to the general public.
No comments:
Post a Comment