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Okay Glass: Google best beer from Texas… (at Amity Hall)
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WHEN I'M AT A PARTY AND SOMEONE ASKS ME IF I'M HAVING A GOOD TIME
I’m just like:
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Grantland || May 22, 2013
Two months ago, I...
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Teens Care About Online Privacy—Just Not the Same Way You Do
Teens care about privacy in a social context, not a big data...
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So Kim Dotcom claims he invented two-step authentication, which might sound kind of hilarious on its face … until you realize, oh, there’s...
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“Your favorite public broadcasting network, NPR, is looking for someone to record their “this… is NPR” voiceover show closers, “support for this...”
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The Happy End title refers directly to there being no fatalities, but he also sees it as “happy end” for the planes themselves. They’ve found a...
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85 posts tagged travel
Quick! Someone get me excited about travel without sending me an inspirational quote or photo. I’m on deadline, people!
From left: Melanie, docked sailboat, juniper tree, island, motor boat, motor boat. Not pictured: gin and tonic.
Over-eager guides and casual tourists crowd France’s Mont Blanc, which has highest fatality rate in Europe.
In this New Yorker piece (subscription required), reporter Jane Kramer is a reluctant tourist through about five major Southeast Asia destinations. Not surprisingly, her travel prose is sharp, providing context and a war correspondent’s historical insight, making this one of the most engrossing articles I’ve read this year.
One of my favorite lines:
“Sunrise at Angkor Wat amounts to guidebook catechism. Never mind that the Wat itself was still a smudge in the semi-darkness. I had never seen so many people taking pictures of a smudge.”
Fascinating read from a few months back. Not what you think.
What is it about hotels that precipitates such horrid, hostile behavior?
My designer pal sees it all in terms of soft furnishings: He feels these behaviors are an expression of customer rage. What are they so pissed about? He surmises that guests are furious at the invisible entity who is charging them all this money for the privilege of sleeping on a mattress that has been slept on by more people than the average pee-stained mattress at the Salvation Army.
“Is there something unseemly about swooping into a country in crisis for travel bargains? The Greeks would say: hell no, please, please, please come to Greece! There is nothing you can do to help the Greeks more than to come here on your next holiday.”
Packing for an RV road trip is like preparing for a weekend at a cozy cabin. The luxury of space and the semblance of domestic life inspired me to carry things like candles and paprika, soft cotton sheets and extra pillows. I took sharp knives, folding chairs and musical instruments and put avocados and lemons in a bowl on the kitchenette counter. We hung up our coats in the closet, with hangers. As I drove the rig, Tyson and Angelina put away groceries.
A compact RV drives like a van, but its bulky size soon altered my personality behind the wheel. I paid close attention to the yellow speed advisory signs for a change, and I rarely switched lanes, feeling unusually content to cruise in a patient, linear fashion. (Abrupt turns would cause the drawers and cabinets to fly open, anyway, prompting a scramble for rolling onions.) From a higher perch the landscape appeared wider, more available. Once we joined Interstate 5 in California’s Central Valley I began to feel a closer kinship with the truckers on the road, especially that first evening, after we pulled into a Walmart.
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Nice NYT article on RV life
This video is insane!
