If I had a few million dollars I would rip off this idea and build this testosterone fueled "theme park" in the US.
I want this persons job.
I now read the Freakonomics blog are least once a week . . . Today I read something that was reflected in my own life last week, and that I had actually consciously thought about at the time:
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering.
|I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;|
|I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.||1330|
|The last scud of day holds back for me;|
|It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow’d wilds;|
|It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.|
|I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the runaway sun;|
|I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.||1335|
|I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love;|
|If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.|
|You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean;|
|But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,|
|And filter and fibre your blood.||1340|
|Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged;|
|Missing me one place, search another;|
|I stop somewhere, waiting for you.|
|Aaron and me. Aaron is into polaroids.|