My friend Mike bought a new Husaberg motorcycle recently. I had a chance to ride it last night…
11 years of blogging…
Archives for the month of: August, 2002
The New Yorker on the paradox of traffic. My paradox is that I must commute for work and I cannot carpool due to the necessity of a flexible schedule. I’d rather walk or take public transportation but for the moment, it’s a necessary evil. I enjoy driving, however and I delight in the freedom my car gives me on the weekend- that’s my paradox 
A team from Slate Magazine travels to Kashmir. Wonderful photos in their gallery- wish they were of higher resolution. Must travel soon!
LA Times: Nevada’s Big Empty
“It was 1991,” he said. “I’d never been on a playa before. I just couldn’t believe it. Something is triggered when I get on a big open spot like this. I generally try to express it as a release. I feel things getting pulled out of me in all directions. Whatever it is–the urban pressures of living in a city, or just the stress of daily life–you get out here and you feel those things getting pulled out of you.
“The space is different. The size of things is different. We don’t get to see that anywhere else.”
Unabashed Wal-Mart Shopper Speaks
The first hint I had that Wal-Mart was actually on to fashion, and absorbing what was happening on the runways, was a pair of black nylon sandals I bought in 1997. I found them in Asheville, N.C., on the way to pick up my son at summer camp. They had big silver O-rings on the sides, Velcro closures and corrugated rubber soles.
Two years later, I had them on in Paris, at a Balenciaga show.
“Are those Gucci?” Allen Questrom, who was then the chief executive officer of Barneys, asked me.
“No, Wal-Mart.” I smiled. “Nine ninety-nine.”