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Two views of the DUMBO neighborhood in Brooklyn (Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass). From my iPhone, using lo-mob. For those of you from my home town area in Ohio, DUMBO is where the carousel that used to be in Idora Park in Youngstown is now in a warehouse building, painstakingly restored over the years by […]

It is inevitable: The scent of corinthian leather always reminds me of four-part harmony. Not that I get much of  an opportunity these days to sniff corinthian leather; at least not nearly as much as I hear harmonies sung by great voices. I’m talking about the many hours I spent in the back seat of

Here’s a list that Meredith Melnick and I compiled of our favorite acts from SXSW 2011, including David Wax Museum (pictured here), who I caught at a Friday afternoon party.  

Snapped with my iPhone (and processed with lo-mob) last night while walking downtown from the Armory Art show at Pier 92.

Here is the shuttle Discovery on the launch pad the night before its final liftoff, soon after the removal of the Rotating Service Structure (RSS).

The two Sikh men looked puzzled. They had been looking up at me since I first got on the train in Bangkok. They would squint their eyes at me, then glance at each other, carrying on a vibrant conversation. I had no idea what they were saying or what was happening inside their turbaned heads.

From filmmaker/photo journalist — and fellow Buckeye — Rebecca Sell. A film about important women’s work being done in Afghanistan.

My latest on Time.com. Where were you when the Challenger exploded? And do you remember Ronald Reagan’s speech from the oval office or his eulogy at Cape Canaveral? [vodpod id=Groupvideo.8338860&w=450&h=325&fv=videoId%3D767925282001%26amp%3BlinkBaseURL%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fwww.time.com%252Ftime%252Fvideo%252Fplayer%252F0%252C32068%252C767925282001_2045033%252C00.html%26amp%3BplayerID%3D42806370001%26amp%3BplayerKey%3DAQ%7E%7E%2CAAAAABGEUMg%7E%2ChNlIXLTZFZk45NBFzfXjH_fcV1fGMncy%26amp%3Bdomain%3Dembed%26amp%3BdynamicStreaming%3Dtrue] Here is the original sonnet from whence the “surly bonds of earth” came: High Flight by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. Oh, I have slipped the

January 5, 2011 — Siem Reap, CAMBODIA It was after only a few minutes walking in the forest that we encountered the owl. We had just passed the causeway on the path toward the stunning ruins of Angkor Wat when Ley stopped and pointed. There it was. Brown as they are. About 7 inches tall,