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Curated by Tanner Latham & Jennifer Davick
In a lifetime of walking in the woods, plains, gullies, mountains, I have found that the body has no more vulnerable sense than being lost.
We believe that clouds are unjustly maligned and that life would be immeasurably poorer without them. We pledge to fight 'blue-sky thinking' wherever we find it. Life would be dull if we had to look up at cloudless monotony all day.
I was let go at the Treasure Island grocery story in Wilmette, Illinois. I must have been 19.
Reddit has a subreddit thread called PerfectFit, where users submit pics where they notice objects snugly fitting into other objects.
At the Kunstsammlung in Zurich, I watched a thousand-year-old Chinese woman with a cane look at a Sisley for more than an hour.
The pursuit of official certainty has bred an epistemological uncertainty. I no longer worry that a game will swing on a bad call, but I constantly worry that I will end up cheering for a fiction.
Your travel takes up a week, but that week is a physical space, a bubble, a monastery in time where everything has meaning, particularly in a place like Switzerland, where everyone is kind and everything runs on time and life feels easier than it ever has before.
They still got a dirt road up to the town where I grew up -- Butcher Holler, Kentucky. - Loretta Lynn
Meet Buzz Harper, a world-traveling bon vivant. He says things like “I’m receptive to ghosts” offhandedly, the way one divulges a shellfish allergy. He is equally charismatic and sensitive, charming and insightful.
The big question for those of us jaded with the modern game of ping-pong was whether the great Marty Reisman, just one grey hair short of 70 but still refusing the rest owing to old age, was far enough advanced on his comeback trail to lift another U.S. Open Hardbat title.