not surprising

UB is a boom town on the frontier of global mining. Hotels are bursting; the Irish pubs, of which there are several, are heaving with foreign miners, investment bankers and young local women with very long legs and very short skirts. French bistros serve steaks the size of tabloid newspapers. Dozens of cranes punctuate the skyline. The streets, empty 20 years ago, are now clogged. It is hard to believe on the clear sunny mornings the city enjoys much of the year, but UB’s air is now as polluted as anywhere—second only to the Iranian city of Ahwaz, according to a recent study by the World Health Organisation. In the winter, when temperatures average from -10 to -30 centigrade, and often fall to -40 at night, UB burns a lot of coal.

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Minimalist City Transit Map Posters

I love these!

Pheasant Island is not only the oldest surviving condominium, it is also the only one where sovereignty isn’t shared simultaneously, but alternately. For six months a year, Pheasant Island is French; for the other six, it is Spanish.

These, two entries apart in my dashboard.

Confusing tumblr juxtaposition of the day, featuring thetenssf and awwwdamn

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It’s snowing in Seattle today and every single person is having the exact same conversation

oatmeal:

It’s snowing in Seattle today and every single person is having the exact same conversation

In Vang Vieng, Laos. So beautiful! A little bit happy. :)

In Vang Vieng, Laos. So beautiful! A little bit happy. :)

LOVE APPLE. APPLEAPPLEAPPLEAPPLEAPPLE I LOVE YOU! WILL YOU STAY WITH ME FOREVER? (Taken with instagram)

LOVE APPLE. APPLEAPPLEAPPLEAPPLEAPPLE I LOVE YOU! WILL YOU STAY WITH ME FOREVER? (Taken with instagram)

Some things are just real-er in Thailand.  (Taken with Instagram at Bangkok (กรุงเทพมหานคร))

Some things are just real-er in Thailand. (Taken with Instagram at Bangkok (กรุงเทพมหานคร))

I saw you - you look like a swimmer

Last year I made a New Year’s resolution to learn to swim.

I didn’t really intend to keep it, I guess. I don’t put much stock in resolutions generally, using them more as guidelines or wistful ideas rather than concrete goals with hard-and-fast twelve month deadlines. I vaguely thought I might sign up for swim lessons at the Embarcadero Y, but they were like $200 so I kept putting it off – apparently, acquiring the ability to not drown when faced with over-my-head water was not worth fifty trips to Jamba Juice.

But it’s embarrassing not being able to swim. Everyone just expects you can (“Didn’t you grow up on the West coast?”), and when you have to raise your hand when the kayak tour guide wants to know who he needs to pay careful attention to so he doesn’t get sued, it gets a little old. Also maybe it would help out with the whole phobia thing? So I thought I should probably at least make an effort, or pretend like I might think about making an effort. Classic resolution approach, there.

On the very last day of 2011, without even thinking about my “resolution,” I learned breast stroke. Joel gave me some pointers and I managed to swim from one end of my little Thai rooftop pool to the other and called it a win. I didn’t even realize until we were all talking about resolutions for 2012 later that night that I’d actually fulfilled mine for 2011. I could do it! I could move myself around in water!

My new skills were put to the test three days later on a sailing + snorkeling trip around the islands in Phang Nga Bay, in Southern Thailand. Suddenly I had to swim around in real water, with real salt, where real sharks sometimes eat people (in that movie The Beach, anyway), and put my real face in the water and look around at that really terrifying world.

I was not the most confident. Looking in the water was hard - I wouldn’t even do it the first day - but when on the second day we started out from the shore in water I could stand in (thus not likely to have many sharks), I bit the bullet and floated around to look at fishes for a little while. It was nice! Still scary, I wouldn’t go out very far and almost definitely ruined Joel’s fun making him babysit me, but it was a huge step. The next day I went in deeper water with some of the most beautiful fish I have ever seen - and it was hard, and scary, and I probably didn’t enjoy it as much as I should have given it was some of the best snorkeling Joel’s family had ever seen - and it was great.

This is such a huge step forward! I have been so crippled not being able to swim, so many fun things I’ve never done. So now I have to practice practice and get better and less scared. Big steps. 2012 is going to be a good year.

“That’s how you look to me”
via doodoobristle

“That’s how you look to me”

via doodoobristle