Maybe because I don’t have a big summer vacation planned – actually, nothing until December in the travel department – I am obsessing on travel and finding some other ways to wander. Here is how I did it this week.
Cartoons. I saw this in last Sunday’s NY Times Magazine and it made me laugh because it reminded me of many a vacation with sofagirl. That long list of sights you simply MUST get to once at your destination? We always start with the best intentions but our trips end up looking rather like this. Which can be a lot more fun.
Animals and Travel. Always a winning combination. The Parker Hotel is a trendy hole in ever trendier Palm Springs – what used to be a hangout for retirees and faded movie stars, now is frequented by hipsters, and the Parker is one of the cheeky places where the hipsters convene. Artist and photographer Gray Malin came up with the idea of placing some zoo animals at the hotel and the resulting photographs made me smile: the unlikely pairing makes the space even cheekier.
Clickhole. If you have ever wasted time on-line, chances are you have clicked on Clickhole. You might not know it but you have. Those funny surveys that pop up on Facebook and you just cannot resist (“Are you afraid of commitment?” “Are you a film buff?”)? Those news tidbits an acquaintance of yours posts with alacrity and rage, completely bypassed by the suspicion it was satire? They most likely came from Clickhole, which is the brainchild of the satirical magazine The Onion. If you have some time, here are the 7 Effective tips to get better sleep.
Virgin America. I have always been a fan of Richard Branson, long before he became Sir Richard. I recently redeemed the $125 coupon they sent me last year to apologize for the delay (caused by weather) of a NY-LA flight. That is classy. And I would rather give my money to the airline with the friendly and helpful staff, pink cabin lighting, edible food and the best inflight video ever. I am a pretty jaded flier and I haven’t watched a safety video or read safety instructions on a plane in over two decades, but the Virgin video has me glued to the screen. Every bloody time.
Ultimate travel. I will concede: this is rather morbid. It’s death we are talking about but do stay with me. I wasn’t really familiar with Jenny Diski, an English writer and essayist, and I was about to skim over the piece about her in the Times Magazine (yes, a very good source this week). What kept me reading was the photo of Diski and Doris Lessing and the caption mentioning that Diski lived with Ms Lessing when she was a teenager. Now that she has been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, Jenny Diski has been writing a series of essays for the London Review of Books that are illuminating: don’t expect to find the meaning of life (or death); gruesome descriptions of treatments or any silver lining. Only a caustic and brilliant voice that made me want to read more.