Guilt and Logistics

Jaunty

Guilt and Logistics

"You can cover a lot of ground in a month’s time. The sheer density of minutes in a day is staggering. You can wake up in Kuala Lumpur and then rest your head 220 miles away in Singapore. You can begin a day travelling by taxi in Indonesia, with a driver who would take you to the moon for $3, and finish it waiting in the rain for yellow cab at JFK airport, where all the money you have left will hardly get you to Manhattan."



""This is the only Shanty Town in the world equipped with under-floor heating and wireless internet access!" its website boasts."



This makes me happy.

My mother told me that my cousin is trying to raise funds to be a youth minister in Wales. He asked my mother for some funding.

Me: Does the world really need more youth ministers?

Mom: Well, that’s what I thought. But I want to support him. So, I’m going to send him a check with a letter telling him I disagree with the evangelical movement but that I support him traveling abroad.

"When I wrote my first travel book 27 years ago, I thought my job was to register all the sights and sounds and smells. Now, all that is done much better by new media. So to justify a response in prose, I have to find things that prose can do, that no iPhone can do better. This usually has to do with memory, reflection and the silences between things."



theparisreview:

                                                                 Imagine setting outWithout sails, maps, or compass to claimEvery continent and two-bit desert islandFrom here to Bimini and the North Pole,Trusting the wind to toss your starving partyOnto a sandy void a world away.And then to settle down and make a lifeComplete with language, gods, and table mannersOut of an empty waste … .
—Paul Lake, from “The Century Killer”Art Credit Clarissa Bonet

theparisreview:

                                                                 Imagine setting out
Without sails, maps, or compass to claim
Every continent and two-bit desert island
From here to Bimini and the North Pole,
Trusting the wind to toss your starving party
Onto a sandy void a world away.
And then to settle down and make a life
Complete with language, gods, and table manners
Out of an empty waste … .

Paul Lake, from “The Century Killer”
Art Credit Clarissa Bonet

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It occurred to me then that Explo’s cry of “Action!” at the beginning of each adventure had a double meaning. It was both a call to arms and a director’s command in the fantasy movie of his own life, in which he was the auteur and hero both. The Urbex life is at heart a form of play, a pressure valve to regulate the atmospheric crush of daily life. Explo, at his programming job, might daydream of a manhole in the floor of his cubicle, of some escape from the mundane requirements of modern society. Once you begin playing this game, the entire world becomes filled with secret doors.

Best Urban Explorers and Place Hacking Stories - GQ March 2013: Newsmakers

It occurred to me then that Explo’s cry of “Action!” at the beginning of each adventure had a double meaning. It was both a call to arms and a director’s command in the fantasy movie of his own life, in which he was the auteur and hero both. The Urbex life is at heart a form of play, a pressure valve to regulate the atmospheric crush of daily life. Explo, at his programming job, might daydream of a manhole in the floor of his cubicle, of some escape from the mundane requirements of modern society. Once you begin playing this game, the entire world becomes filled with secret doors.

Best Urban Explorers and Place Hacking Stories - GQ March 2013: Newsmakers

"I felt oddly sad, all of a sudden, like I might cry, though sad isn’t the right word at all. “What’s the matter?” asked my breakfast companion — she must have seen the shift of emotion on my face, in my body. “This is the last continent,” I said. “I’ve been to all seven now.”"



- Pam Mandel in Seven, her Solas award-winning article on Antarctica.  (via gadling)

I can think of very few writers I read with more regularity than Pam Mandel. She deserves every award she gets.



Forever reblog

Forever reblog

(Source: suz1990)

"A Journey Through Seasons" on a train through Norway

h/t sullydish