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Biking across Lake Champlain

Posted Sat, 2010-03-20 14:10 by virtualDavis


Photograph of bicyclists on Lake Champlain via twitpic.com

Friday Flaneur: Munching music

Posted Fri, 2010-03-19 14:29 by virtualDavis

An earnest folk-singer, in cavernous Martin Place, competes with a “burger with-the-lot”, for the attention of lunch time strollers. Better were she a plate juggling sword swallower, than guitar player.

Flaneur (n). A person who strolls the city in order to appreciate it.
Are YOU a flaneur - a la Baudelaire or Sontag?

Staring Flâneur

Posted Fri, 2010-03-19 14:13 by virtualDavis

"A little-known fact is that people wearing sunglasses never notice when you stare at them. Or, rather, you can’t see them noticing you, which amounts to the same thing: immunity to stare." (Georgia Love)

Michael Sorkin proves there's a raconteur in every flâneur

Posted Thu, 2010-03-18 20:04 by virtualDavis

"In Twenty Minutes in Manhattan, Michael Sorkin, an architect and critic, makes like Jacobs and immerses himself in the rhythms and patter of the street. He has shaped his book according to the contours of his daily stroll across a dozen or so blocks of Lower Manhattan, from the top floor of his five-story Greenwich Village walk-up to his office in TriBeCa. Walking, Sorkin writes, is 'a natural armature for thinking sequentially,' providing opportunities for heady musings on all manner of city life. Yet his peripatetic narrative is anything but linear.

To the Slow movement what Das Kapital is to communism

Posted Tue, 2010-03-16 15:07 by virtualDavis

For all those Canadians checking in having seen the CBC documentary, the Globe and Mail recently wrote this about Under Pressure:

“A look at the mismanagement of the contemporary child: overprotected, overindulged, over-stimulated. An indispensable, anecdotal, comnmonsensical guide to why our kids are depressed, lazy and fat, and what we can do about it.”

Wright Peak Avalanche Survivor Tells His Story

Posted Mon, 2010-03-15 17:01 by virtualDavis
I don’t remember any pain when the avalanche struck me. The sensation is best described as almost instant acceleration in a river of wet cement. I was suddenly surrounded by this flowing snow bank. I have no idea how fast it was moving and I don’t remember much aside from the dark, the fear, and the thought that I had to try to stay on top of it somehow. I don’t think I tumbled, and maybe my skis helped to stabilize me.

Blind Hiker Plans to Hike The Entire Appalachian Trail

Posted Mon, 2010-03-15 02:17 by virtualDavis
Image via nationalparkstraveler.com

Luxury Adventure Travel?

Posted Wed, 2010-03-10 21:15 by virtualDavis

Luxury and adventure travel - two elements that are not quite as divergent as mainstream opinion would have it. Swashbuckling adventurism traditionally having been the premise of the wealthy, this has been much less so in recent times, with adventure travel almost necessitating a degree of roughing it out. The genre of luxury adventure travel, however, combines the best of luxury with the spirit of adventurism.

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