One of the podcasts I listen to regularly is Radiolab. Their latest tells the fascinating story of a man lost to the ages:
When hikers first found Ötzi (the nickname given to the body discovered in 1991), everyone assumed they'd stumbled upon an unfortunate mountaineering accident. But as the body was pulled from the ice, authorities started to suspect this wasn't a modern-day adventure gone wrong. It was, as producer Andy Mills explains, an OLD body. Really, really old.
Listen to it below or on their site.
It's nice to live in the city but have woods within walking distance. This afternoon we went for a nice long trek among the autumn colours.
Last night we watched Darwin, a documentary about the town of the same name.
Located at the remote edge of Death Valley, just off the gigantic China Lake Naval Air Weapons Station, it's yet another mining town well past its heyday of 3500 inhabitants, now counting barely 35.
Having visited a couple of similar near-ghost towns in the area, and having been strangely attracted to them (I need to go back), I was immediately drawn in. But it's the people, their stories and the pride and fortitude that stand out in this film.
Lost in the remote Sahara desert of Niger is a memorial painstakingly built by the relatives of the victims of the 2007 bombing of UTA flight 772 from Brazzaville to Paris.
It can be seen from Google Earth.
Here are photos of the construction.
Some articles I read recently that I thought were worth sharing:
Last night, we took a stroll along the canal to see the Brussels Light Festival.
The lasers over the water are the nicest touch and it's worth checking out for those alone. The rest is a little scattered and underwhelming, to be honest.
Which is why she’s been betting like mad on this Pret a Manger auction, dropping her hourly down to near pointless levels. It says it’s in back of house food prep, but she’s seen the forum stories, the other z-contractors who always say take any job where they serve coffee, just in case. That’s how I did it, they say, forced my way in, all bright faces and make up and flirting and ‘this coffee machine looks AMAZING how does it work?’ and then pow, Barista badge.
Great short story speculating on the the near future world of casual work.
In 1942, as a macabre experiment, an officer at Vapniarca started feeding the Jewish inmates bread made from seeds of the grass pea, Lathyrus sativus, a common legume that has been known since the time of Hippocrates to be toxic.
New evidence concerning the death of Chris McCandless, subject of the book Into the Wild and the movie of the same name.
I'm currently working at customer premises outside Paris. This is the Versailles-Chantiers railway station I passed through on my way back into the city. It's an impressive piece of brutal 30s concrete architecture, made even more austere by its state of disrepair.