08
Aug
2008
What was a source of incessant press and speculation over these last few weeks, the decomposing dog/shell-less turtle/water rat/monster that graced the shores of Montauk, New York also found its way to this office, and materialized a tiny home for itself within each of our hearts.
I like to believe that Monty inspired us to pause, step back from our present selves, and reconsider who we are and where the rickety tracks of our lives were leading us.
To watch this awkward little mound of death be cast into a slow news day and paraded along various media outlets; well, it made us feel as though we, too, were the pun of office ridicule and the subject line for billions of e-mails. Something needed to change; if not for our own smug self-satisfaction, then for the sanity and welfare of others. So we blogged about it.
We assigned everyone in the office accounts and let them vent. Any and every post published after the 25th of July—an elaborate metaphor for how the exploitations of Monty was, in effect, an exploitation of us.
- THAT Agency
P.S. Our mural of Monty after the jump.
I like to believe that Monty inspired us to pause, step back from our present selves, and reconsider who we are and where the rickety tracks of our lives were leading us.
To watch this awkward little mound of death be cast into a slow news day and paraded along various media outlets; well, it made us feel as though we, too, were the pun of office ridicule and the subject line for billions of e-mails. Something needed to change; if not for our own smug self-satisfaction, then for the sanity and welfare of others. So we blogged about it.
We assigned everyone in the office accounts and let them vent. Any and every post published after the 25th of July—an elaborate metaphor for how the exploitations of Monty was, in effect, an exploitation of us.
- THAT Agency
P.S. Our mural of Monty after the jump.
