Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Lover's Bridge - Love Locks Paris
In Paris, there is a bridge over the Seine where lovers attach a lock with their marks - initials, a date, or a quote. After locking onto the bridge, the keys are heaved into the Seine. After a few months, when the locks have completely filled a panel, the panel holding the locks is removed and wood is affixed in place of the panel, until the new panel arrives days later. Here we have a missing panel with some graffiti scrawled across the wood placeholder. Soon this will be replaced with a new iron panel, and people will fill it up with locks again.
But a question, where do the locks go after they are removed?
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Cloud Kingdom
We earned San Marino after a butt clenching commute from Bologna. We ate six course meals and trekked its three towers. I spent hours trying trying to get the perfect shot in the rain at the top of San Marino in the darkness amongst the clouds, and returned when I had misgivings about the shots that I got. It is that kind of place, small enough to strain for perfection.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Boos in Paris with a long bearded bonus furmonster
Here we are in front of the gigantic metallic Asparagus. We had a beautiful day in Paris. I want to share all 700 pictures that I took, but with this internet connection, it would take 2100 minutes.
Here we have a long bearded Furmonster of the day - Jensen's wiser smaller and more affable cousin
Reflecting on a dark night at the Louvre
Monday, March 4, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Cloud City - Beijing has really polluted air
My wife and I argue all the time about where to raise kids. I think Asia or Europe would be fantastic, and she totally disagrees. One of my really smart buddies, who lived as an expat in Asia for some time, shared with me his reasoning on raising a family in Asia. He basically felt that you want to give your kids the best opportunity to grow and thrive, and with certain external factors being unacceptable, they may not have as much developmental success. In short, water and air pollution can have terrible effects on a child's development. he recently moved back to the United States after starting a family. It definitely got me thinking, and while Zurich still sounds awesome, maybe Shanghai not so much. It made me realize that if I do have kids, then we will not live in any of the Chinese mega-cities - especially not Beijing. Whoa, look at the graph.
What this chart is saying, basically, is that the air quality in Beijing is considerably worse than in a smoking room in a U.S. airport. Have you ever been in a smoking room? They are top notch depressing and make you smell like an ashtray for hours. Even when I smoked, I would usually pass on those dens of reekdom. Picture a bar that still lets people smoke, multiply the stench by 50, industrialize any sort of ambiance into the core function of smoking, and add glass windows so that outsiders can quietly judge on their way to catch a flight for Orlando. That IS a smoking lounge. And, Beijing's air quality is worse than that. This has massive health implications for pretty much every person in Beijing, from pregnant mothers to kids to the elderly. How do you fix something like this? Is it the systemic reality of growing too much too fast too soon?
The other effect of this pollution is these surreal pictures (below and after break), which the folks over at Kotaku likened to Cloud City:
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
What Businessweek thinks about me
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Shinjuku dreams
Now when I close my eyes, the lights of Shinjuku still linger like phantoms on the back of my eyelids. So bright and yet to fade.
Monday, January 21, 2013
The world's most crowded islands
With the world's population racing higher and higher, and the "megacities club" accepting new members yearly, some day the earth could bear the traits of one of these densely packed islands.
Gallery: Most crowded islands on earth
Friday, January 18, 2013
The precipice on a rainy night in Sri Lanka
The time was June of 2011, we had just been married, and in front of us was business school, our first house as a couple, a move from Texas to Indiana, and whatever else the future may bring. We had to find home.
Looking back, that rainy night feels like the last night of a different age, an age where I learned how to feel the earth under my feet, an age where I learned to shift slowly with the globe, an age where I dusted off all the failures and stupidity that had accumulated around me and realized - Hey, I am still here, and now, I plan to do something about it.
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