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Comfort food — and the contentment of cats
On channelling one's inner feline (and stuffing your face)
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Finding beauty within the bareness
When winter has come.
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The nuclear apocalypse playground
Clambering onto rocket launchers, and the rusting wings of Sukhoi fighter jets. Scrambling through dimly lit tunnels. Jumping on the heavy metal lid of a missile silo. Pressing *the* button in the control room a dozen storeys below ground — yes, the one that, until it was decommissioned, would’ve launched
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The saudade safari
Greetings from LAX. I have just been checked in for my flight to Europe — a feat that required furnishing: * my CDC vaccination card * proof of a just-done antigen test (nose-tickling, eye-watering [and not just cos it costs $80], but most importantly, negative) * two passenger location forms (for Switzerland and the
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A fly on the wall of a Michelin restaurant
The tables have turned.
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Taking the road to Happy Camp
On a recent road trip — the first in a long, long time — we drove the stretch between O’Brien and Happy Camp where the Slater Fire tore through last autumn. Charred desolation unfolded all the way to the horizon, offering a grim harbinger of what lies in store for the
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Making lemonade in New York City
This spring, I planned to be far from the madding crowds, drinking in the ocean-wide skies and rippling red canyons of the Southwest. But then, a summons to Philadelphia for an immigration interview instantly scuppered those meticulously Google Mapped plans — and I found myself flying eastwards instead. We spent a
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Wild swimming in the fading light
Self-care when you're all at sea.
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The bobcat leaping across Highway 1
Three hours of driving to stock up on provisions is not without its consolations. Wending one’s way up the Shoreline Highway, there’s the constant companionship of the stormy, sparkling ocean, and plenty of time for podcast listening (most recently, OPB’s captivating Timber Wars — about the battles to
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How to not kill a plant
Following the untimely demise of our solitary basil plant (RIP Pesto), it dawned on me I was now the only millennial on the planet who didn’t own a houseplant — a fact made all the more unconscionable given my deep-rooted tree-hugging tendencies. And so, in a fit of patriotic fervour
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My Dungeness crab teacher
6.5 hours on a fishing boat earlier this week = 25% exhilaration, 50% boredom and 25% dazed, sun-burnished contentment. There’s something incredibly satisfying about going right to the source and getting the ingredients for dinner yourself. For too many of us, the industrialised food system has put huge distances
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Silver linings cheesesteak
A surprise cross-country trek.