One of those reporter guys.
Five years ago, George Heimpel, an entomologist at the University of Minnesota, travelled to Trinidad in search of insect larvae. He was after several kinds in particular—Philornis downsi, a fly whose parasitic young feed on the hatchlings of tropical birds, and various minuscule wasp species whose own offspring feed on those of the fly.
Fifteen seconds into the opening match of the 10th Manipur International Polo Tournament, after a long and feverish drumming performance, after the Manipur state chief minister had been properly honored with gifts and praise, after mounted players had paraded around the Mapal Kangjeibung polo ground with country flags held high, the home team scored on the Australians.
“Miles Davis?” I ask, taking a seat next to him.
He furrows his brow, “Of course, son.”
On a sunny January morning outside Richmond Hill, Georgia, Bill Eberlein, a fifty-two-year-old former I.T. specialist, went diving in a local creek.
Among the residents of Ban Khok Sa-Nga, otherwise known as Cobra Village, there are two kinds of bites: severe and not so severe.
Running is not writing, but writing is, in a metaphorical way, running. Both depend on distance: miles, pages. Putting feet to pavement or pen to page can both be slogs. It’s no surprise, then, that for several of our favorite authors, running is an essential part of the writing life.
Lamar Marshall cannot make it over the log. It lays across a small creek somewhere in the Nantahala National Forest outside Cowee, western North Carolina, as a bridge.
Two years ago, when Nujeen Mustafa was sixteen, she left everything she had ever known to travel overland to Europe. Mustafa was one of nearly five million externally displaced refugees fleeing indiscriminate bombardment and humanitarian catastrophe in Syria’s civil war. Unlike most of them, though, she is unable to walk. Mustafa was born with cerebral palsy.
Born with a rare and fatal prion disease that also took her father, Amanda Baxley Kalinsky is determined to fight back against Gerstmann-Straussler-Scheinker disease.
One of the great benefits of extended travel is the time it affords for reading. People talk about beach reads, but for me it’s bus reads, bench reads, train reads, “Sorry sir your room will be ready in two hours" reads. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote that “The great affair is to move.” I would add, “...and stop for a good read now and then.”
The road was made for the word.
In the ’80s, the Italian journalist and author Tiziano Terzani, after many years of reporting across Asia, holed himself up in a cabin in Ibaraki Prefecture, Japan. “For a month I had no one to talk to except my dog Baoli,” he wrote in his travelogue A Fortune Teller Told Me. Terzani passed the time with books, observing nature, “listening to the winds in the trees, watching butterflies, enjoying silence.” For the first time in a long while he felt free from the incessant anxieties of daily life: “At last I had time to have time.”
Jiyeon Lee produced four number-one albums in the 1980s, but she gave up the limelight to focus on cooking. Now, she and her husband fuse Korean cuisine and Texas-style barbecue to droves of fans.
In June 2014, Joseph Phillips-Garcia, 16, was driving with his aunt, cousin, and his four-year-old king shepherd, named Sako, when the car careered off a road in British Columbia.
It was reportedly Joseph Stalin who made the observation: One death is a tragedy, one million a statistic. The 2015 Nepal earthquake took over 9,000 lives, injured upwards of 23,000, and damaged or destroyed over 600,000 structures. It measured a magnitude of 7.8 out of 10 on the Richter scale.
Nate Allen, head chef and owner of Knife & Fork, a big-league restaurant in small-town Appalachia, sees poetry in biscuits: When hand-made, each one is as unique as a snowflake. It is his grandmother's philosophy and it centers him.