Letter From Michiana: Not Wrigley Field
This year 70 teams, with names like Son of a Pitch, Speedy’s Chickenheads and the Ambassadors of Plastic took part.
Continue Reading »This year 70 teams, with names like Son of a Pitch, Speedy’s Chickenheads and the Ambassadors of Plastic took part.
Continue Reading »As I weed, I am reminded again about the extent to which nature has become a design proposition, dependent on human agency and, I hope, humility. For, when it comes to invasive species, we are the most invasive of them all.
Continue Reading »Microplastics, the unnervingly sturdy specks left behind by our packaging, are circulating through the food chain. They are, in other words, inside of us — second nature indeed.
Continue Reading »(I) watched the surreal spectacle of cows being milked by machines as the creatures rotated on a stainless steel lazy susan the size of a flying saucer.
Continue Reading »Music like this was meant to be experienced in tight spaces, up close, where the energy is immediate and unconditional.
Continue Reading »The juxtaposition of U.S. Steel and Lake Michigan invites us to contemplate the extent to which our world is designed.
Continue Reading »Road conditions notwithstanding, it’s easy, on a sunny afternoon, to imagine yourself behind the wheel of an old time roadster, headed for a rendezvous in some road house where the jukebox is playing big band and blues.
Continue Reading »The first time I moved to Michiana — to Michigan City, Indiana — it was 1980. Everything about that move was counter-intuitive… I was moving from northern California…a state filled with Midwestern exiles.
Continue Reading »Michiana is a fascinating, complicated, exasperating, ultimately enriching place.
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