From the sound of it, a paddle through Buzzards Bay connotes an adventure across some liquid wasteland, where scavenger birds wait on rocks for some hapless paddleboarder to be done in by jagged boulders or lurking creatures. In fact, an equally grim scene presented itself in 1991 when Hurricane Bob destroyed the coastline and then again twelve years later when a ship leaked nearly 100,000 gallons of oil into the bay, killing an abundance of shellfish and birds. But during my stand-up voyage through the nooks and crannies of Buzzards Bay and out into the open jade waters, I was hard-pressed to find anything devastating. Read more
At 8:58 a.m., I stood inside the Tower of London complex as four red-jacketed Grenadier Guards marched through the passage marked “Bloody Tower.” Either some tragic event had happened here or an annoyed Brit tasked with naming the edifices inside the fortifications had grown tired of his job—It’s just one more bloody tower to name.
Last summer, before I left for Dubai in the middle of August, the United States had issued a travel advisory for that entire month. Apparently, they had received intelligence that Al Queda was planning an attack in the Middle East–a rather big region of the world. As a precaution, the United States Government decided to close many of its embassies during the first full week of August, the same week that Ramadan came to a close. One of the shuttered consulates included the one in Dubai. Read more
We have long held that there is both outer and inner beauty. Usually these terms are reserved for describing humans; but it’s worth extending this quality to certain buildings, especially those at the forefront of the green movement. Read more
For the first twenty weeks after Harper was born, Marissa and I were pretty laid back about our daughter’s bedtime ritual. She’ll go to sleep at some appropriate hour, we had rationalized, and when she wakes up in the middle of the night, we’ll deal with it. (In the interest of accurate reporting, Marissa dealt with it, since each time Harper woke at those ungodly hours, my wife was more biologically gifted at nursing her to sleep.) Read more