MY GARDEN, LIKE MOST (and like the assortment at the garden center), is a jumble of non-native and native plants. But at this early spring moment, a half-dozen Eastern wildflowers take my breath away. In a slideshow, six easy, captivating natives …
I take credit for the Flipboard photo!
Oh hey, it’s startup slideshow day! Myriad Memos from the folks at (clockwise from top left) Flipboard, ZocDoc, Thrillist, and OMGPOP. How about giving these hardest-workin’-folks-in-business a holiday high five: go and download their app, use their service, TELL YOUR FRIEND, so that innovation—ahem, disruption—may continue to abound!
Muir Woods is pretty
I always forget how close it is to San Francisco, < 1 hour drive! Granted, it gets windy and one should avoid Sunday afternoon traffic on the Golden Gate Bridge. Entrance is cheap ($7). I’ve heard horror stories about parking, but apparently it’s off-season in late September, and it only took me a few minutes to find a spot on the street. There’s also a frequent shuttle to and from Sausalito on weekends.
Don’t stay on the boardwalk, those are for noisy tourists and awkward family photos. My girlfriends and I took the Oceanview Trail up to the Panoramic View highway, then looped back into the park entrance via Lost Trail. Easy 2-hour hike, even though I was feeling really out of shape and in uncomfortable boots. Warning: THERE IS NO OCEAN VIEW, but the hills and trees were quite a lovely reward:
One of the highlights of our road trip was Carhenge, in middle of nowhere Nebraska.
Thirty-eight automobiles were placed to assume the same proportions as Stonehenge with the circle measuring approximately 96 feet in diameter. Some autos are held upright in pits five feet deep, trunk end down, while those cars which are placed to form the arches have been welded in place. All are covered with gray spray paint.
Carhenge was built almost about 20 years ago by a family of 35, in memory of one of their loved ones. It’s now maintained by a non-profit, and you can donate here.
Other Instagrams from our road trip here.
9 things I learned from this summer’s road trip
- …that Arkansas in the summer is actually hotter than Jakarta.
- …how NOT to swear. (“Mother DUCK!”, “SHUT the front door!”)
- …that AM radio is cra cra entertainment, especially the call-in talk shows.
- …that hay baling is a multi-step, multi-machine process. And using a forklift to move those large round bales, instead of proper equipment, will likely tip over your forklift and result in death by hay bale.
- …that I <3 Texas Toast. Possibly even more than biscuits and gravy.
- …a little bit about Native American history when I visited the Crazy Horse monument, right by Mt. Rushmore
- …that my best friend Jerry is even more of a bad ass than I’ve ever thought she was.
- …that I really like living in a city.
- …that careful route planning on Google Maps pays off.
It’s a fuck-the-world, where are you God? where are you Universe? kind of month
Well said. This part especially resonates with me (emphasis is mine):
The most important skills that come out of your first years in the working world are not so much tactical and task related as they are broad and emotional. They have to do with coping with mediocrity, with developing perspective, with recovering from miserable days and discovering fresh stores of self, crafting new means of motivation, and appreciating the comedy and richness in absurd dramas.
How I feel when I ride around in an Uber cab all night
Then when I check my bank statement the next morning….
GREAT IDEA. Doing this with my mom and brother when we Skype this weekend!
Cool portrait idea for far-away relatives!
Project your Skype video onto a wall to take whole family portraits with relatives who live in other cities or countries. Singaporean photographer John Clang came up with the idea to photograph his own family.
You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.