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Teleport to random streets around the world on Map Crunch (courtesy of the Google Street View Maps).
www.hotelkuntz.com. People, really? Really? Grow up.
Peter James Lee's collection of his boarding pass stubs that he has held onto over the past ten years totaling over a million miles of travel.
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A couple weeks ago I went to visit some old friends from college now living in San Diego. I flew over with my buddy Stan. Here are a few photos from the trip.
We stayed with Allan and Liz. I lived on the same floor my freshman year with these two, and lived with Allan during our senior year. I then handed Allan off to Stan, and they were roommates throughout medical school. Allan and Liz started dating at the beginning of our senior year and got married a couple years ago. They now live in San Diego with Sienna, a super sweet with her own self-portrait, who also enjoyed chewing on Stan's arm.
Taking Sienna for a walk on an "average" weather day for San Diego. The weather is just too nice in that city. They need to start sharing it with the rest of the country.
I love dogs and taking them for walks, but I let Allan do the dirty work. Stan enjoyed this action photo. One observation about La Jolla: there are no public trash cans.
Sienna doing an upward facing dog yoga pose near the beach.
Stan surfed everyday. This is him after day 1.
The most meaning beer cap ever.
We passed by a legal medical marijuana distribution center. If the legalize marijuana community want to be taken a bit more seriously by the establishment, they need to not make these medical weed places look like a rasta day care center. Seriously.
Allan's friend Buckley (guy in hat) took us out sailing, which was a quite a lot of fun. I enjoyed pulling the ropes and stuff. I'm sure there is a technical sailing word for all the stuff we did, but whatev.
Allan enjoying his beer. He seems a bit confused about which state he wants to associate himself with.
Ahoy! Land!
Nope, just seals. Chillin. Asking us what we up to. Nothing much, we said. Just sailing.
And I hate to say it, but those are all the pictures I took! I basically just rested on the beach and when not doing that, I ate. A lot. It was also awesome seeing the Winers (SHOUT OUT JESSE) in LA.
National Geographic explains:
St. Maarten—Landing at Princess Juliana International Airport, a looming 747 thrills those on Mahó beach. The white-sand stretch on the Caribbean island's Dutch side—the rest is French—is a famous plane-watching perch.
Have any of you been to this beach?
Travel & Leisure lists the world's worst airports (excluding developing nations and airports in recent or active war zones). JFK is number 2. Number 1? YO MOMMA.
Beautiful and interesting collection of retro hotel door hangers from around the world. Michael Lebowitz writes:
When my grandfather passed away last year, my family gathered to go through his belongings. He had been in the foreign service and he had filled a whole wall of his study with hotel door hangers from all his travels throughout the world.
I like this idea and will copy it for my future progeny.
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Joe Sabia tells Boing Boing that he drove thousands of miles from England to Mongolia where along the way he filmed dozens of Kazakhstan locals to create this tribute video to Tupac. RIP homie. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1kdcbaiv2y4&fmt=18]
A couple Mondays ago, I enjoyed a staycation by visiting Dia: Beacon, "a must-see spot on the contemporary-art circuit" located in Beacon, New York, approximately an 80 minute Metro-North train ride from Grand Central.
Walking over from the train station, we passed this sign. Beacon Day!
Dia: Beacon!
The weather was perfect this day.
Surrounding perfectly shaped trees.
A pose.
Pre-jump.
Lame jump.
John Chamberlain's intricately disordered sculptures made from crushed auto parts.
On Kawara obsessive compulsive date paintings.
Michael Heizer, "Negative Megalith No. 5" was one of my favorite pieces. The effect of turning a corner and abruptly encountering a large boulder embedded in the gallery wall was dazzling.
Robert Smithson's organic piles.
More Smithson.
Dan Flavin's light installations.
More Flavin.
This photo does not do any justice to the level of intricacy in the pieces by Sol LeWitt.
Louise Bourgeois's creepy "Spider."
Yay to running around inside Richard Serra's steel installations.
This Met pin amused me.
Lastly, BACON.
Scenic train ride back to the City.
Last month I went on a weekend roadtrip to Montreal with Stan. Here are some random photos from the trip.
The weather was all around rainy and crappy on the drive up.
We stopped off at one of my favorite roadside restaurants, Cracker Barrel!
Good country cookin' indeed!
I know it don't look like much, but this is basically a plateful of heaven. Believe that.
We hit minimal traffic until we got to the border and them wham! A whole of stop and go traffic. After 20 minutes of nothing moving, Stan got a little upset. Haha. Calm down Stan.
Stan Makes Fun of Statues.
Apparently we were there at the same time as a comic convention because we ran into all sorts of people dressed in costumes. I thought I was being sneaky taking a hip level photo, but this Star Wars storm trooper tourist was on to my ways.
Haha.
Earlier this year, as a promo for Sports Illustrated's annual swimsuit edition, Southwest Airlines painted one of their airplanes with an image of Israeli cover model Bar Refaeli. Some passengers and customers found it predictably too risque for their delicate eyes and of course, THE CHILDREN. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!
As many of us know, three letter codes are assigned to airports. So, for instance, New York LaGuardia Airport's designation is LGA. Sioux City Gateway Airport's three letter code? SUX. Ha. Ha. Sioux City's airport has embraced their inner sophomoric humor and embraced this by selling hats and t-shirts that say "Fly SUX" as well as a Bi-SUX-ual mug.
Who knew that this hotel, known among some as the West Coast White House, I stayed at last spring in LA had such