Archive for the ‘Geography’ category

Tripblog condensed, Week 1

Day 0, Home: Travel doesn’t mean the same thing to me it means to you, almost for sure. It doesn’t mean adventure. It doesn’t mean enrichment. It means nervousness. Day 1, Train: I would put the beginning of the trip as the moment I lay down on my couch to sleep the night before departing […]

A post-Sandy walk through the Seaport

This post by my friend Teri Tynes, from her blog Walking Off the Big Apple, and especially the picture of Fresh Salt, above, had me missing home more than usual this week. Coincidentally, I’d finally had an email from Jason, the first I’d heard from him since they moved to Austin a the end of […]

The Navajo know

No time for an actual post this week, so allow me to whet your appetites and, for some of you at least, lubricate your memories. Today in my American lit class we were discussing a version of the Navajo emergence story — the account of how the Diné came to inhabit this, the Fifth World […]

The New Age

Here’s a postscript to the few lines I wrote about Dan Deacon’s America last week. A couple days ago, with the best-of post still in mind, I pulled out that album and listened through it again. The song “Prettyboy,” which I hope you’re already taking in via the clip above, reminded me — with a […]

Liwa postcard

We spent our Eid al-Adha break, Thursday to Sunday, at the famous oasis at Liwa, about 150 km from Abu Dhabi to the southwest. A crescent of date palms and other green brush that stretches for about 100 km from east to west, the Liwa oasis is the traditional home of the Bani Yas tribe, […]

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The magic world

The first time I heard of the Alhambra and saw a photo of it in a book, I was captivated. I couldn’t imagine that a place like that with a name like that existed in this century, on this planet. I was living in central Europe at the time, though, so I was standing inside […]

Escape fantasies

Sometimes I go to this website and look at the pictures and daydream about what I would build, and where, and how I would eke out a nearly cash-free existence. When I’m feeling just a little more practical, I browse this site and think about getting a cheap piece of land somewhere and setting up […]

Thursday playlist: Loose associations

Last time grandpa fawcett posted here, it was a bunch of gripes. This time it's a jumble of thoughts and enthusiasms, the ramblings of early dementia: 1.) This song “A Real Hero” by College (feat. Electric Youth) is from the movie Drive. I could not stop playing this song every day, ten times a day, […]

Irene’s mother

Six years and a week after Katrina, New Orleans is still bustin’ open with music and oysters and muffalettas and floats and masks and slang and cocktails and friendliness. At night the street corners spill over with virtuosic brass bands. In the “right” parts of town, you’d never know anything had changed. Just like always, […]