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...perhaps the two most enthralling photographs in the entire exhibition. Here, “Rural Tibetan kitchen” (1923) and “Tibetan apothecary” (1923) hang side-by-side, forming an informal diptych.In the kitchen, a thin golden streak of light streams diagonally from a window in the top-right corner of the image. A window in the apothecary lets through light in the opposite direction from the top-left corner. Viewed together, the two shafts of light form an inverted pyramid that holds the two photographs in luminous harmony. Both interiors are decorated sparsely...
...eating other cool animals. We want to be awed. This 11-episode BBC DVD set is organized by ecosystem, from deserts to the poles, and the $25 million budget secured such awe-inspiring sights as a deep-sea light show by an electrified vampire squid. It's a breathtaking window on the earth's vastness and most secret corners...
...years. "We're roadkill specialists," says David Reynolds, executive director of The Green Project, who adds that the mold can usually be sanded or wiped off before the wood gets reused. "New Orleans has always been moldy. It's not really bad," he says. Anything from shutters to window frames to mantels can be reused, and finished furniture that leaves the state as part of the Project's eventual goal of selling the pieces in shops around the country will get treated with a borate wash to protect it from termites...
...Deco mansions. Lush bougainvilleas peek from behind high stone walls trimmed with barbed wire. Chapels hear confession in the middle of decadent shopping malls, and hand-painted billboards advertising movies like Brazen Women overlook vendors touting T-shirts that read JESUS OF NAZARETH. At stoplights, peddlers tap on your window proffering newspapers and Marlboro Reds, while children wave garish feather dusters and delicate lace handkerchiefs. And wherever you go, there is music, in the endless strips of "videoke" lounges, pouring forth from bars and clubs, and in the broken strains of a busker's ukulele...
This isn’t to say that I gleaned anything truly monumental from my trip back to Boston. Instead, the flight reasserted my understanding of just how lucky I am. I mean, of course I would have preferred the window seat in an exit row, but that day on the airplane proved to me that my Harvard skepticism sometimes controls my life. Every once and a while things suck, and the prospect of sitting in the middle seat between a dad and two babies certainly did suck. But things could have been a lot worse—I mean...