One of the best things about flying is the in-flight magazine–the schlocky voice of corporate marketing and upscale hub-city businesses trying to attract some tourist clientèle. It’s always an odd mix of high prices and low class. From a recent issue of W!ld Blue Yonder, the in-flight magazine of Frontier airlines, comes the ad at… Continue reading Every fur tells a story
Author: BH
Hazel, where are you?
I’m sitting in my tiny living room in Philly, listening to songs from Hazel, and Portland band I was a fan of back in those hazy days of the late 1990s. The iPod shuffled up a tune of theirs and I had to go back and play through all their albums. One of the many… Continue reading Hazel, where are you?
Do you believe in magic?
The New York Times this evening features a story on luck, and scientists wondering why people still envision themselves in an “unseen universe of small rituals,” which involve “large questions of morality, community and history.” There is a hardware store a few blocks from our house. I went there the other day in order to… Continue reading Do you believe in magic?
Commuting
Now that I’ve left graduate school and am just a regular old working stiff, I am a commuter again. It’s a strange life. I spend about a half hour five mornings a week with many of the same people. We wait together at the trolley and subway stops. We sit and stand together as the… Continue reading Commuting
Meteora
This is a story that, like many disaster stories, starts out great, then ends in, well, disaster. Only the disaster wasn’t really a disaster, more like just a bad afternoon. And, like many tales of travel disasters, it gets less disastrous and more amusing with every retelling (for those who were there, anyway, not necessarily… Continue reading Meteora