“The Fifteen Beds of Our Honeymoon” & “I Want to Sleep in the Belly of a Dog in Idaho”

“The Fifteen Beds of Our Honeymoon” & “I Want to Sleep in the Belly of a Dog in Idaho”

The Fifteen Beds of Our Honeymoon Our bellies were full of beef at bedtime in Amarillo.    I don’t remember John Wayne’s bed at the Apache being particularly cozy, although I did sleep through the alarm, saying “I’ve seen enough…

Pals.

Dog City

My family’s dog is one of my best friends. Her name is Desi, and she lives with my parents in Connecticut. She falls asleep with her head in my lap when I rub her belly, fetches tennis balls to near-fatal…

Born Restless

Paired with my fascination with place is a fascination with movement: there is just so much of America–so much of the world–to see, and I don’t want to miss much of it. This is something we’ve covered a good bit…

New York, by hand

New York, by hand

We’ve been on a New York kick lately, and a beautiful map like this won’t end that.

Dig a Hole to China

My roommates and I were all just comparing our common belief from childhood that a hole dug straight down would take us to China. We decided to verify this belief, and a quick Google search unveiled this map. Now that…

A Million Jersey Shores

Back in April Paul painted a picture of Ocean City, Maryland that was less than flattering (“Many people are drunk,” he writes. “Most are shouting.”). That story was about how our perceptions and misperceptions of a place can color our expectations…

The Wars of Reunification

If all the fifty states went to war, how would yours do? Thanks to the nerdiness of Internet message boards, we’ve now got one potential answer. In response to that question– If every state of the USA declared war against each…

The Magic Changes

Paul mentioned the other day my presence in the big city. I grew up a couple hours from NYC, but this is the first time I’ve been there in a few years, and at four days the most time I’ve spent…

New York Magic

I saw Boyce on Monday for the first time since well before we launched land that I live. He flew into the big city en route to his parents’ house in Connecticut, and stuck around for a few days to…

In Defense of Ruin Porn

In Defense of Ruin Porn

So photographs of abandoned buildings are porn. At least that’s what some articles would have us believe, deriding photos that “bask in glorious dilapidation” and “gawk at the cities and people in distress.” Discussing the proliferation of urban decay photography…