Jed Purses ponders love and compassion toward others, then realizes he forgot one thing. Himself.WAKE UP, meditate, do yoga. Shower, dress, leave. Cravings arise for a parantha from the street vendor next to my favorite juice stall. The juice stall is suffering from a power outage. I feel disappointment.
Paris is a meat-feasting city — not to say the rest of the world is any different. The French love their food, especially flesh, but slowly, rising in different quartiers across the city like a revival of the arts, the “biologique” producers are opening their doors.It consumes me, this art of conscientious living, and it is fueled by one image: Mother EarthI must admit, my stomach joins the choir, moaning as I catch scents through the wafting doorways.
The Explorer pulls over, gravel crunching under the tires.I hop out with my SLR hanging around my neck, pocketing the lens cap and following my husband and his mother. At the top of a short but steep hill, we let out a collective gasp.Red sand, blue sky and rocks with swirls of white, orange and gray stretch in front of us, the brightest and most “alien” landscape I’ve ever seen.
Robert Hirschfield roams Calcutta at dawn where for once he finds himself almost alone.THE BOY gets up to groan open the hotel gate for me. The same boy works at every hotel I ever stayed at in India. Thin, brown, silent, his smile besieged by a muscular frown.I lean into the 5:30 darkness of a Calcutta morning.
Enter to win Verbatim’s super small, mega durable 2GB drive.Seriously, this thing is insanely small.Back in my teaching days, I had a glorious set of keys. It was massive – I couldn’t fit it in my purse. House keys, car keys, school keys, office keys, drum keys, a drumstick key ring I got when I was fourteen, random plastic stuff and one of those curly phone cord wristbands my students would use to slingshot the key monstrosity across the room.
Live sports over breakfast, coffee shop communities and green spaces – all part of a day in the life in Sydney.I currently come from the Land Down Under, and sure enough I often feel like my daily schedule is rather upside down. Each morning I go out to our balcony to take in the sun and pinch myself; it really is 70-odd degrees and sunny nearly every day here, even in the winter.
If you missed the big announcement on Monday, this is my entry in the 5 Hilarious Travel Photos contest.Entries have already started trickling in, which you can read by scrolling down and looking beneath the “recent readers” widget. I’ll be adding all the entries as they are submitted, up until the April 22 deadline.
The East produces; the West consumes, right? So who’s most responsible for our worldwide CO2 problem?A factory in Wuxi, China; Photo: Robert ScobleThat’s the equation posed and the question asked by George Monbiot on his environmental blog at the Guardian.We rich countries export our production to poorer countries, whose governments are typically eager to accept our companies and our contracts so they can improve employment, wages, and their own access to goods.
Sony’s new glasses prototype tracks and records the movement of the human eye.Actually, the device isn’t glasses, but rather an attachment that can be fixed on any pair of glasses. And the features? Both fascinating and frightening.Infrared LEDsPhotoreceiversCameraGPS/GeotaggingText recognitionThis thing doesn’t just record what you see – it records what you focus on, which is where it crosses the line from cool to a little freaky for me.
There are scholarships for travel writers.There are scholarships for travel photographers.And finally, thanks in part to Matador member Craig Martin, there’s a scholarship for travel podcasters!Craig, host of Indie Travel Podcast, has partnered with World Nomads and Global Vision International to offer emerging podcasters the opportunity to travel to Guatemala… for free.
Whether you’re traveling or staying at home, there are steps each of us take to strengthen our humanity.Cultivating empathy might just be one of the coolest by-products of travel.It’s hard not to feel someone else’s pain when they lose a loved one, or don’t have enough money to buy food, or watch their heart being broken, even when your beliefs and worldview are completely opposite.
Now that I’ve been in Korea for a while, I’ve come to understand that hiking here is like raving, only better. Koreans are the most stylish hikers on the planet. Forget high-fashion: K-hikers rock high-altitude style. Back in the mid-nineties in the U.S., we called them techno preppies or gangster ravers: high-performance sports gear, vests, plaid shirts, polar fleece, cargo pants, visors, backpacks (minus the pacifiers, glowsticks and sparkles).