Manhattan elsewhere
For all of you who share my love for both Manhattan and digital maps, I want direct your attention to Jason Kottke’s latest project called Manhattan Elsewhere.
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For all of you who share my love for both Manhattan and digital maps, I want direct your attention to Jason Kottke’s latest project called Manhattan Elsewhere.
Few things inspire me more than large cities, sprawling with buildings in all directions. I love to walk along the streets, synchronize my heartbeat with the city’s unique pulse and feel its energy while immersed by the creative chaos of mankind.
The magnificent aqueduct of Segovia was created around 100 AD, being one of the best preserved Roman aqueducts in Spain and possibly the world. 14 kilometers of stone brought water to the city with a one-percent grade of slope.
One might think that you arrive to Sin City by casually driving your car down the Strip, throwing your car keys to a valet and start indulging in whatever the premises have to offer.
Big Sur is a section of the Californian coast, often said to be one of the most beautiful coastlines in the world. We left the cozy town of Carmel early in the morning, leaving nothing but memories and a pair of sunglasses in the sand.
It’s been two years, but it feels like I never left the streets of San Francisco. The smell of Chinatown, the dust of Rasputin Records, the financial loss at Amoeba Records, the joy of Borders and the something-something of Haight-Ashbury. It’s good to be back.
The hurricane Katrina has arrived at the mainland of Louisiana and hit Mississippi like a ton of bricks. Many streets in New Orleans are reportedly flooded by two meters with tales of alligators swimming around.
For some reason, London has never really been one of my favorites. “Bad food, worse weather” as they once put it in the movie Snatch. But I cannot deny the allure of a sprawling urban area that has been an important place for millennia.
I remember a morning last year when I sat on a beach in Khao Lak, sipping a soft drink while my toes were the only thing that obstructed the view of the Andaman sea reaching into the Indian ocean.
I was recently sitting in Terminal 2 at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris, reading The Terminal Man, the tale about Merhan Karimi Nasseri who has been living in Terminal 1 of CDG for 16 years.