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I never tasted crushed popcorn dust atop sweet and salty corn soup or whisky foam or caramelized grapefruit—until I came to Skye. Arriving in Scotland, I expected haggis and herring, potatoes and porridge—but when I licked my first spoon of morning porridge at Kinloch Lodge, I was hit with the most wonderful brown sugar and…

Marfans

Listen to my interview with Marfa Public Radio in Marfa, Texas! ——————————————————————————— Yes, I saw the Marfa lights. It was about 11 o’clock at night, and I was alone at the Marfa Lights View Park when I spotted two pale greenish-white balls of light, hovering over the barren fields. Yes, it was kind of cool—but…

History repeats itself. Nearly fifteen years ago I drove across the country. It was winter and I chased the sun down Route 66, alone and carefree. The monumental snowstorm hit me in Texas—more than a foot of snow fell in less than six hours. The blizzard happened so fast, I watched as huge semi-trucks pushed…

Screams

For more photos of rare and unknown works by Edvard Munch, please read my cross-post on Huffington Post World. Down in the basement, leaning against the wall sat a brown package–the back of a picture frame: small and unremarkable like the “art” you find stacked in a garage sale. I walked right past it–just one…

Show me your graffiti and you’ve shown me your city. What people scrawl on the walls of the place they live says more about that place than any guidebook. That’s why I love good graffiti — I look for it almost everywhere I go and when I find it, I rejoice. In that vein, the…

The boy on the swing has tiny legs—much smaller than most. They are two spindly black sticks, dangling awkwardly as he hangs on the swing set, unmoving. I offer to push him, and he only smiles as I put a hand on the back of his tiny body and push forward, again and again, until…

I admit that my job at National Geographic is a lot of fun. One minute I am blowing up snowdrifts, the next I am dusting away the secrets of Mesoamerican doomsday prophecies, rapping in Japanese, or cuddling wolves. Every day is different and unexpected—as travel should be. But travel is not always fun. Sometimes it…

Of all the Smithsonian museums on the Mall in Washington, DC, the Hirshhorn is probably the least known and perhaps the least understood. Maybe that’s why I like it so much—(also maybe because it’s shaped like a doughnut?) Patrons of the Hirshhorn are a self-selecting lot, for contemporary conceptual art is not everybody’s cup of…