tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71874682239049071442024-02-07T12:47:50.898-06:00Doug Mack | BlogDoug Mack's BlogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger284125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-78220848771154107182017-02-14T12:16:00.002-06:002017-02-14T12:27:16.901-06:00The Not-Quite States of America comes out TODAY. Here's everything I want you to know.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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More than three years ago, I began working on a book about the U.S. territories. I traveled more than 31,000 miles to visit these far-flung islands, flying on ocean-crossing jets and shoebox-size planes, riding on ferries and in the back of pickup trucks, and slooowly easing rental cars along potholed mountain roads. I spent even more time writing and rewriting and rerewriting and paging though books and scrolling through microfiche and tracking down old newspapers. <br />
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Today, the book is officially here, published by W.W. Norton. And, ahem ...<br />
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<b><br /></b><b>It's available wherever books are sold--get it from your local store or online from <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780393247602">IndieBound</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-not-quite-states-of-america-doug-mack/1123956920;jsessionid=11BC65F38AF1295665C5DD72D03C4FB8.prodny_store02-atgap07?ean=9780393247602">Barnes & Noble</a>, or <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/0393247600/ref=cm_sw_su_dp">Amazon</a>. </b></blockquote>
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If you're in the Twin Cities, please come to my book launch party next Thursday, February 23rd, at 7:00pm at Honey in Northeast Minneapolis. </div>
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(And since today is Valentine's Day, I also <a href="http://blog.douglasmack.net/2017/01/my-book-would-make-excellent-valentines.html" target="_blank">made some occasion-worthy cards and even some wrapping paper</a> so you can pretend it's a box of chocolates. No, for real, I actually made those.) </div>
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I’m genuinely excited for you to read the book. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll learn some interesting things about these places and their cultures and their histories, <i>and </i>get a new perspective on the USA as a whole--who we are, how we got here. There are World War II battles and beer-drinking pigs and family backyard barbecues. A glowing bay, an abandoned mall, a Micronesian Stonehenge.<br />
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Consider this post <b>A Brief Review of the Things I Want You to Know about The Not-Quite States of America, </b>including:<br />
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<li>A few details about the book, and where to get it</li>
<li>How you can help me spread the word, please and thank you</li>
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<li>Some upcoming events</li>
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For even more book info, head over to <a href="http://www.notquitestates.com/">www.notquitestates.com</a>.<br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Please buy the book! </span></b><br />
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Also ask your library to order it. (Call all the libraries you know. Call random libraries!) It should be readily available at bookstores across the USA as of <i>today</i>. If not, ask them to order it.<br />
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Or order it online. Links again: <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780393247602">IndieBound</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-not-quite-states-of-america-doug-mack/1123956920;jsessionid=11BC65F38AF1295665C5DD72D03C4FB8.prodny_store02-atgap07?ean=9780393247602">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/0393247600/ref=cm_sw_su_dp">Amazon</a>.<br />
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You can also get it for your Kindle or other e-reader. And there's an audio version, though I can't find the link right this second and I'll have to update this sentence when I find it.<br />
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Thank you! Thank you so much.<br />
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Please spread the word. Thanks in advance.</b></span></div>
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Truth: Publishing is brutal and I need all the help I can get to stand out (especially since the Biggest Book of the Season—the new novel by George Saunders—is being released on the same day).<br />
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So! As you read, if you see something interesting or noteworthy, give a holler on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Friendster/whatever. Feel free to tag me (Twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/douglasmack" target="_blank">@douglasmack</a> / Facebook: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/DougMackAuthor/" target="_blank">@DougMackAuthor</a>) or use the hashtag #NotQuiteStates.<br />
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And when you’re done with the book—it’s 280 pages, a fast read—<b>I’d sure appreciate it you would tell your friends and also leave a review somewhere.</b></div>
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<li>Post a review on Amazon or Barnes & Noble or Indiebound</li>
<li>Show some love on <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30231760-the-not-quite-states-of-america" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></li>
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Be honest! Give details beyond “This is great!!!” (But if you don’t like the book, please either silently hand it to your enemy or just never tell anyone else about it. Thanks.)</div>
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I'm also giving away three signed copies--and I'll even include some bonus behind-the-scenes info. <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/giveaway/show/223536-the-not-quite-states-of-america-dispatches-from-the-territories-and-oth" target="_blank">Here are all the details about the giveaway.</a></div>
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The giveaway period ends on February 21, so sign up now. </div>
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The book mixes history, travel, and politics, with the ultimate goal of giving you, dear reader, a sense of why the territories matter and what they're like and why they should be a bigger part of our national conversation. </div>
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<li>How farmers' need for fertilizer in the mid-1800s led to a major quest to find tiny islands <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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covered in guano--bird poop--which then paved the way for more expansion</li>
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You'll read about my own adventures and misadventures--hiking in the mountains of American Samoa, failing to learn salsa dancing in Puerto Rico, eating amazing barbecue on Guam. But my larger goal is to amplify the voices and stories of the people in the territories. </div>
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<li>Activists in each territory who are fighting for a different political status--some argue for statehood, others want independence</li>
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We’re still working out the details for several events, including New York, Washington, DC, Seattle, and Portland. But the following events are confirmed:<br />
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<b>Thursday, February 23 at 7pm</b><br />
Book launch party at Honey in Northeast Minneapolis</div>
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More details on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/1243729869038159/" target="_blank">the Facebook event page</a></div>
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<b>Tuesday, March 14 at 7:00pm</b></div>
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<b>Sunday, March 19 at 2pm</b><br />
Books & Books in Coral Gables, Florida<br />
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<b>Monday, March 20</b><br />
Friends of the Library Lecture Series, Key West, Florida</div>
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<b>Monday, March 27 at 6:30pm</b></div>
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<a href="https://www.dfwworld.org/events?cid=5&ceid=2736&cerid=0&cdt=3%2f28%2f2017" target="_blank">More info here</a></div>
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<b>Tuesday, March 28 at 11:45am</b></div>
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<a href="https://www.dfwworld.org/events?cid=5&ceid=2742&cerid=0&cdt=3%2f29%2f2017" target="_blank">More info here</a></div>
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One last gentle reminder: Read and review! Thanks!</b></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780393247602">IndieBound</a></div>
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<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-not-quite-states-of-america-doug-mack/1123956920;jsessionid=11BC65F38AF1295665C5DD72D03C4FB8.prodny_store02-atgap07?ean=9780393247602">Barnes & Noble</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/0393247600/ref=cm_sw_su_dp">Amazon</a></div>
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30231760-the-not-quite-states-of-america" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-13321537782637370612017-01-19T22:49:00.000-06:002017-01-20T00:11:18.213-06:00A Letter to My Toddler Daughter on the Eve of the Presidential Inauguration<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The morning of November 8—election day—my wife and I and our one-year-old daughter eagerly wore our Hillary for President shirts. The H-with-an-arrow logo seemed to embody our daughter’s nimble, energetic, hopeful spirit. We even had a t-shirt for her teddy bear, and as she hugged it, she flashed a gap-toothed, triumphal smile.</div>
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I thought about the letter to my daughter that I’d recently begun. I was going to finish up that night, when Hillary Rodham Clinton was elected our first female president. I was going to talk about strong women. Sojurner Truth. Susan B. Anthony. Fanny Lou Hamer. <i>Thanks to all their hard work all of us alive today have more opportunities, and though there’s more—way, way more—to be done, the future’s bright.</i><br />
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And the election results came.<br />
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Platitudes drained away. Words failed. The document with my notes stayed untouched for days, weeks, months. I didn't know how to say something that didn’t devolve into swearing and bitterness. I’ve never felt such writers’ block, or such a mental block, period.<br />
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On the cusp of inauguration, I’m still trying to make sense of it all, but I also understand that I can’t just sit here processing. And this, I’ve finally realized, is what I want to say to my daughter:<br />
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Dear M,<br />
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The stories you know end “Happily Ever After,” and what a joy that is. In real life, it’s possible, achievable. Savor that hope, that vision for the future. Never let it go.<br />
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But the truth is, my love, things do not always work out, despite our best efforts, our best intentions, our dearest wishes. Saying this out loud feels like both a breach of the parental contract to soothe and comfort, and also a fulfillment of parental obligation to prepare you for the world.<br />
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The lives we lead do not always follow a tidy, predictable, cheery narrative arc. The monsters and villains and bullies—people who brag about assaulting women, say things that even their friends agree are racist, use power to line their own pockets, take pleasure in belittling and causing physical harm to other people—sometimes win, even when we stand up to them.<br />
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In a better world, this would not be so. In a better world, the long arc of history really would bend toward justice. I’m still enough of an optimist to think that maybe, in the longest of long terms, that’s where it’s heading. But in the meantime, it sure takes a lot of detours toward turmoil. <br />
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Nothing is promised.<br />
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Yet nothing is impossible, either. And there’s not even a chance for a better world unless you work for it.<br />
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So do that.<br />
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Work for the core values of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness for everyone, even when it feels inconvenient or awkward for you. For racial and economic justice. For the health and well-being of your community. For gender equality, for clean air, for safe streets. For a better world, as wishy-washy and naïve as that may sometimes feel.<br />
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Climate change is real; black lives matter; immigrants make our communities immeasurably better; a free press and voting rights are essential to a functioning democracy--these are all truths that I feel obligated to write down for posterity, because in our topsy-turvy moment, too many people are denying them. <br />
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Know that you are never alone, in the dark moments of despair or in your forward-looking efforts to be the change. Build your community—and work to expand it. Be kind and compassionate, even to those who seem odd or with whom you disagree. Put yourself in their shoes, listen to their arguments, dig deeper to understand both the facts in question and the common ground of opinions.<br />
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Seek truth, knowing that it can be subjective, but having zero tolerance for those who try to twist it. Strive to make the world a better place for everyone, not just yourself.<br />
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Let me repeat that: Strive to make the world a better place. For everyone. Not just yourself.<br />
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It’s not always easy or fun. It doesn’t always help you get ahead. But it’s the right thing to do, the only way for us all to get ahead together.<br />
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Finally, understand the limits of all of this. Sometimes you will need to take care of yourself and curl up in a blanket and hide from the world. These moments are human and necessary.<br />
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Other times, you will sometimes run out of empathy and listening. Sometimes fighting for what’s right requires you to be belligerent, to stand your ground, to give no quarter, to tell people, “You’re wrong, back off.” That is sometimes the appropriate response. Be confident and independent and trust yourself.<br />
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Moving forward is a struggle—sometimes awkward and stumbling. But the fight’s the thing.<br />
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And know that I’m always rooting for you, with all my love and admiration.<br />
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Love,<br />
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So I have a new book coming out on February 14th. It's called <i>The Not-Quite States of America </i>and it's all about the U.S. territories and <i>Booklist </i>says, "One will never think about the United States in quite the same way after this enjoyable read" and you can preorder it from your local bookseller or via <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780393247602">Indiebound</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-not-quite-states-of-america-doug-mack/1123956920;jsessionid=11BC65F38AF1295665C5DD72D03C4FB8.prodny_store02-atgap07?ean=9780393247602">Barnes & Noble</a>, direct from <a href="http://books.wwnorton.com/books/detail.aspx?ID=4294992692">W.W. Norton</a>, or from that <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/0393247600/ref=cm_sw_su_dp">giant website named for a river</a> ... and there's lots more info right over <a href="http://www.douglasmack.net/doug-mack--the-not-quite-states-of-america.html" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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But let's go back to the February 14th thing. That's Valentine's Day. An occasion best known for flowers and chocolates and teddy bears dressed like Cupid and dinner at whatever fancy restaurant still had space when you finally remembered to call yesterday.<br />
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You know that's even better than that--and would make for a less clichéd, more lasting sort of gift? <i>My book. </i>But perhaps you need some enticing. Perhaps the book lacks the proper sense of occasion. Well, fret no more, because now you can have it all: a great book (sure to gain your loved one's affection) <i>and </i>your Valentine's Day swag.<br />
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<b>Which is to say: I made you some wrapping paper and some cards that fit both the spirit of the day and the spirit of the book.</b><br />
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The wrapping paper is set up to print on 11" x 17" paper and, yes, it's all the right size and suitable for printing. <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/k01wu4i7umt7m90/NotQuiteChocolate.pdf?dl=0" target="_blank">Here's the PDF file.</a><br />
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The cards are also all set to go--just print on 8.5" x 11" paper (do not scale) and trim as noted; they're 4" x 6" when folded. Some are sweet, some are snarky. Some are specific references to my book and its themes; some simply celebrate reading. Something for everyone and every relationship. <a href="https://www.dropbox.com/s/4388z0yqmlvn7de/NotQuiteCards.pdf?dl=0" target="_blank">Here's the PDF file with all fifteen cards.</a> And here's a sample.<br />
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If you do give this as a gift to someone and use the wrapping paper or one of these cards, <a href="https://twitter.com/douglasmack" target="_blank">tweet me</a> a photo (or post it to my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/DougMackAuthor/?ref=bookmarks" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>) and I'll send you a little gift. Real offer.<br />
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<b>Go on, then. Preorder!</b><br />
<a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780393247602">Indiebound</a><br />
<a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-not-quite-states-of-america-doug-mack/1123956920;jsessionid=11BC65F38AF1295665C5DD72D03C4FB8.prodny_store02-atgap07?ean=9780393247602">Barnes & Noble</a><br />
direct from <a href="http://books.wwnorton.com/books/detail.aspx?ID=4294992692">W.W. Norton</a>,<br />
<a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/0393247600/ref=cm_sw_su_dp">Amazon</a><br />
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... And there's more about the book over <a href="http://www.douglasmack.net/doug-mack--the-not-quite-states-of-america.html" target="_blank">here</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-60510279003300797112016-08-05T14:30:00.002-05:002016-08-13T20:11:26.625-05:00Why Puerto Rico and other US territories have their own Olympic teamsThis evening in Rio de Janeiro, thousands of athletes will march into Maracanã Stadium, representing 207 teams—which is not to say 207 countries acknowledged as such by the United Nations. <br />
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There will also be, among others, a refugee team and the “Independent Olympic Participants” and the Cayman Islands, a British Overseas Territory. And if you’re paying attention, you’ll notice a few delegations from “countries” you may have thought were part of the United States—the American territories of Puerto Rico (forty athletes), the US Virgin Islands (seven), Guam (three), and American Samoa (three). (The other US territory, the Northern Mariana Islands, has never fielded an Olympic team.)<br />
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So. What’s up with that? Why do the territories have their own teams?<br />
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According to the Olympic charter, “the expression ‘country’ means an independent State recognized by the international community.” Of course, “recognized by” is a hazy term; the international community is diverse and fractious body, particularly on matters of land-claims and cultural identity and all the things that make a State a State. Really, the International Olympic Committee’s stance boils down to this: <i>If you call yourself independent and have some level of political separation from any other nation, that’s good enough</i>. (Soccer’s governing body, FIFA, has an even looser definition of “country.” American Samoa’s men’s team was for many years the lowest-ranked side in the world; there’s delightful documentary about the team, called <a href="http://nextgoalwinsmovie.com/">“Next Goal Wins.”</a>)<br />
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The US territories are neither states in the American sense nor States in the UN sense. They’re part of the USA, sorta kinda (gentle reminder: <a href="http://books.wwnorton.com/books/detail.aspx?ID=4294992692">You can now preorder my book about this!</a>) but separate enough that the IOC has given the okay to field their own teams. <br />
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And they’ve had some success at it: Puerto Rico has won <strike>eight medals</strike> nine medals (<i>update: tennis player <a href="http://blog.douglasmack.net/2016/08/why-puerto-rico-and-other-us.html" target="_blank">Monica Puig just won the territory's first gold</a>!</i>) and the USVI won a silver for sailing in 1988. (Bonus fun fact: all four of these territories have sent athletes to the Winter Olympics, including a bobsleigh team from American Samoa.) <br />
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In some cases, the presence of an Olympic team is itself a political statement, a way of arguing for autonomy even if, in many legal ways, it doesn’t fully exist. Hence the Palestinian team. Hence the team representing Chinese Taipei, which you know as Taiwan or perhaps the Republic of China and is not to be confused with the People’s Republic of China. (When it comes to whether or not Taiwan is part of China, well, <a href="http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-16164639">it’s complicated</a>.) <br />
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Within each American territory, there’s significant disagreement about what the political status should be in the future: some people are fine with the territorial set-up, some hope to become independent, some argue for statehood. So it’s not quite accurate to see the territories’ teams as a demand for a political change, at least not per se. But, politics aside, they certainly offer a sense of identity and local pride for these places that are too often forgotten by their compatriots back in the states. <br />
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When I was in Puerto Rico last year, several people reminisced to me about the 2004 Summer Olympics, when the Puerto Rican men’s basketball team defeated Team USA and its superstars—for a moment, all of Puerto Rico bonded together with a sense of nationalism. As the British historian Eric Hobsbawm has said of soccer teams, “The imagined community of millions seems more real as a team of eleven people.”Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-53701136260826970512016-07-11T11:03:00.001-05:002016-07-11T11:03:42.244-05:00New book: THE NOT-QUITE STATES OF AMERICA (coming February 2017)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My new book has a cover and a description and a publication date: February 14, 2017.*<br /><br /><a href="http://books.wwnorton.com/books/detail.aspx?ID=4294992692" target="_blank">Preorder now via the W.W. Norton website</a> or your local bookstore or retailer of choice! Ask for it by name: <i>The Not-Quite States of America: Dispatches From the Territories and Other Far-Flung Outposts of the USA</i><br /><br />And here's a description:<br /><div>
<br />An entertaining and eye-opening journey to the most overlooked parts of America.<br /><br />Everyone knows that the USA is made up of fifty states and, uh, . . . some other stuff. The territories of American Samoa, Guam, Puerto Rico, the Northern Mariana Islands, and the US Virgin Islands are often neglected, but they are filled with American flags and national parks and US post offices and some 4 million people, many of whom are as proudly red-white-and-blue as any Daughter of the American Revolution.<br /><br />In The Not-Quite States of America, Doug Mack ventures 31,000 miles across the globe and deep into American history to reveal the fascinating and forgotten story of how these places became part of the United States, what they’re like today, and how they helped create the nation as we know it. Along the way, Mack meets members of millennia-old indigenous groups, far-flung US government workers, ardent separatists, and tropical-paradise dropouts and dreamers in a quixotic and winning quest to find America where it is least expected.<br /><br /><br />
More details (and a full website with photos and highlights and all kinds of fun stuff) coming soon!<br />
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<i>* That's right: Valentine's Day. It's the perfect gift for that special (or not-quite special) someone in your life ... or for anyone, of course. Should I make some thematic Valentine's Day cards? Yeah. I think so. </i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-64054957555246534372016-06-13T15:13:00.001-05:002016-06-13T15:13:24.193-05:00Je Suis GLBTQI woke up on Sunday and heard the news and held my baby daughter close as I wept and apologized for this world, this world, this messed-up world. Forty-nine people killed by a hate-filled man armed with a military-grade weapon <a href="http://gawker.com/the-ar-15-was-built-for-slaughter-in-war-zones-1781891338">"designed for slaughter in war zones."</a><br /><br />Throughout the day, politicians tweeted out their <a href="http://whatever.scalzi.com/2016/06/12/thoughts-and-prayers/">"thoughts and prayers for the victims,"</a> and we had yet more national flash-debates about terrorism and religious extremism and gun control. There's been plenty said about all of that, and I don't have anything intelligent to add right now (although I need to say: <i>No one needs a fucking AR-15 and they should be banned tomorrow</i>). <br /><br />But one thing that struck me was the characterization of who, exactly, was "under attack." <br /><br />I heard Orlando was under attack. I heard America was under attack. <br /><br />No. This wasn't about a particular place but a particular identity: the people at Pulse were targeted because they were gay. <i>The GLBTQ community</i>, specifically, is what was under attack. They were murdered because of who they love. We need to say it. Say it loud. Say it with agony: 49 PEOPLE KILLED IN GAY NIGHTCLUB BY HOMOPHOBIC GUNMAN WHO WANTED TO KILL GAY PEOPLE.<br /><br />Yes, the President said it; Hillary Clinton said it; I saw plenty of people on social media saying it. But still, not <i>enough</i> people said it. The message didn't seem to resonate.<br /><br />As far as I can tell, every well-known Republican politician sent out cut-and-paste prayers for the people killed. They dug deep into the gunman's past and religion, but never once noted that he was <i>killing people for being gay</i>; in the process, they tacitly denied the essential fact that the root cause of this heinous act was not a specific religion but a deep homophobia. And they certainly didn't say that homophobia is all too common across the religious spectrum in this nation, and all too deadly--this is part of a broader history in this nation of attacks on GLBTQ people. (See also: <a href="http://www.latimes.com/local/lanow/la-me-ln-gay-pride-la-weapons-20160612-snap-story.html" target="_blank">The guy who was planning to attack the LA Pride Parade</a> this weekend. <a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/trans-woman-assaulted-women-bathroom-security-guard-article-1.2644165" target="_blank">Trans people or people suspected of being trans attacked in bathrooms.</a> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2016/06/13/opinion/orlando-and-the-history-of-anti-gay-violence.html?action=click&pgtype=Homepage&clickSource=story-heading&module=span-abc-region&region=span-abc-region&WT.nav=span-abc-region&_r=0">The bombing of the UpStairs Lounge.</a>)<br /><br />Here is what I want to say. <br /><br />You can't eradicate a sickness until you identify what it is and what it's doing. When you talk about solidarity, know exactly who needs your solidarity. Don't say you stand with Orlando. Say you stand with the GLBTQ community. <br /><br />If that makes you feel weird, remember how you added a French flag to your Facebook avatar after the Paris attacks last autumn, because even though you're not French, you wanted to express solidarity with a community under siege. Remember how you proclaimed "Je Suis Charlie" after the Charlie Hebdo murders, even though you're not a cartoonist--but you support free speech (even if it makes you kind of uncomfortable) and it's important to show your support for anyone targeted in such a way. <br /><br />It's pretty basic. All I'm asking is the same thing here. Specific, outward solidarity and empathy with the community under attack. <i>Je Suis GLBTQ. </i>Support the idea that people should be allowed to love whoever they love (even if it makes you kind of uncomfortable). There's a lot more that we need to do to combat homophobia and support the GLBTQ community--<a href="http://www.lgbtcenters.org/localstatenational-groups.aspx">here are some resources</a>--but as a baseline, the absolute least we can and must do, is call out hatred when we see it. <br /><br />I ended Sunday as I began: holding my daughter, weeping. Not just for the dead but for the living--particularly those who have the loudest, most powerful voices--who can't summon the basic decency to identify homophobia as a menace and to push back against it. <br /><br />If they won't even mumble it, the rest of us need to shout it from the rooftops. <b>I stand with the GLBTQ community--friends and family and strangers. I support you and love you just as you are, and I'm gonna keep fighting for your rights.</b><br /><br /><i>(Oh, and I'm closing the comments because I don't have the energy to moderate.)</i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-34019760751450175612016-05-27T22:58:00.001-05:002016-05-31T12:51:32.764-05:00#TBEX 2016: A Minneapolis Guide From An Authentic Local<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You may be wondering:<i> If I leave the Mall, will I have to get around via sled dog? Do all the local restaurants serve Jell-O or just most of them? How do I get to Prince's house (#RIP #PurpleRain #WaitHeLivedHereNotIndianapolisRight)? </i></div>
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I trust that the following goes without saying ... but I still need to say it: <b>Take some time to get the hell out of the Mall and go see Minneapolis and Saint Paul proper. It's your duty as Travel People. </b>Hop on the light rail--there's a station at the Mall--and you can get to Minnehaha Falls, one of our showcase parks (discussed below), in fifteen minutes, and all the way to downtown Minneapolis in about half an hour.</div>
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<li><b>The local time zone</b> is Central, GMT -5. </li>
<li><b>The local currency </b>is the US dollar ... folded into origami versions of our state things: a loon (state bird), a showy lady's slipper (state flower), a blueberry muffin (state muffin). Start practicing your folding skills; we won't accept your money otherwise. Just a weird local tic.</li>
<li><b>Some key phrases in the local language: </b></li>
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<li><i>Saint Paul </i>is, to hear most Minneapolitans describe it, a mythical land at the edge of the known universe, rumored to hold such enchantments as the state capitol, professional hockey, and unicorns. I can verify that, in fact, Saint Paul is both real and wonderful. You should take the time to head east and explore Minneapolis's twin city (see "Other Things to See and Do). To get there via light rail, take the Blue Line from the Mall into downtown Minneapolis, then transfer to the Green Line, heading east.</li>
<li><i>Nicollet Mall</i> is the main downtown eating/shopping street, near the Convention Center. Say it the local, definitely-not-French way: "NICK-o-lit" or "NICK-uh-lit."</li>
<li><i>A Jucy (or Juicy) Lucy</i> is the local contribution to the culinary universe. Basically, a cheeseburger with the cheese inside. <i>Do </i>eat one, even if you're a hard-core granola-and-sprouts type. They're greasy manna. <i>Don't </i>make the rookie mistake of biting into it immediately after it arrives, unless you want third-degree burns on your tongue. Wait a minute. </li>
<li><i>Nordeast </i>is the area just across the river from downtown Minneapolis. </li>
<li><i>Uptown </i>is actually south of downtown by a few miles. I know, New Yorkers. Hush. </li>
<li><i>The River </i>is the Mississippi. It's a great place to go and brood and calm your neurotic, bookish mind. </li>
<li><i>"That's interesting" </i>or <i>"That's different" </i>are our passive-aggressive ways of saying, basically, <i>WTF</i>. These are both strong, negative reactions, though only when said with a particular flat tone or a big, fake smile. If it's a genuine smile, we probably mean it's actually interesting or different. Good luck trying to discern between the two.</li>
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<li><i><b>You tend to find cabs only at designated taxi stands, </b></i>e.g. at hotels.</li>
<li><b><i>Get on a bike. </i></b>The Nice Ride bike-sharing program just reopened for the season. We’ve got a (<a href="http://www.startribune.com/minneapolis-st-paul-tie-for-title-of-best-city-parks/304366451/" target="_blank">really, truly) world-class system of parks</a> and parkways and trails, so it’s a great town for two-wheeled exploring.</li>
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Hey, sometimes the beaten path is pretty awesome. (If you're new to my writing, that's a recurring theme of this blog, as well as my book <i><a href="http://www.fivewrongturns.com/" target="_blank">Europe on Five Wrong Turns a Day</a></i>.) Around here, the beaten path runs straight through the Mall of America, but I'm just gonna assume you're already planning to spend some time there. Outside the Mall, here are the popular touristy things that are pretty damn sweet and more than worth your time.<br />
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<li><b>The Mill City Museum</b> is right along the riverfront, in the ruin of an General Mills "A" Mill, which was once the largest flour mill in the world. A genuinely fascinating and well-curated sort of place, it tells the history of Minneapolis, the history of milling, and how those two histories are intertwined. Also, they have a baking lab, where you get to sample the end result of the milling process: cookies.</li>
<li><b>The Stone Bridge and Mill Ruins Park, </b>just outside the Mill City Museum, offer the city's best scenery on their own terms, plus stellar views of the downtown skyline and Saint Anthony Falls, which is pretty much the reason Minneapolis exists at all (the falls powered the mills that drove the city's economy ... again, go to the Mill City Museum). </li>
<li><b>The Walker Art Museum</b>, at the very edge of downtown is One of the Finest Modern Art Museums in the World. For real.</li>
<li><b>Matt's Bar</b> and the<b> 5-8 Club </b>each claim to have invented the Ju(i)cy Lucy. President Obama ate at Matt's a couple of years ago, <i>Persepolis </i>author Marjane Satrapi went there every day on a trip to Minneapolis and <a href="http://www.startribune.com/daughter-of-the-revolution-tells-her-animated-tale/13680406/" target="_blank">now cooks them for her friends in Paris</a>, and one or both of the restaurants is featured in every other travel story about Minneapolis. And you know what? They should be. Matt's has a smaller menu--the Jucy Lucy comes in one format, American-cheese-filled--and a longer wait; the 5-8 Club has more offerings. Both spots are agreeably dive and the burgers are crazy-greasy and crazy-good. Protip: let the burger cool off a bit before you bite into it, lest you get third-degree cheese burns on your tongue. (By the way, the <a href="http://www.thebdp.com/" target="_blank">Blue Door Pub</a> is your go-to for gourmet versions of the Juicy Lucy.)</li>
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A big art museum. A craft cocktail emporium. The hot new restaurant by a chef who made his or her name out east, then moved back home to give a new twist to local classics, etc, etc. The neighborhood with the cheap eats from around the world. The bar known for its association with some sorta famous band. The old-school deli. Every city has them, and so do we. And I love them and they make the city great ... but if you're visiting from out of town, you'll probably find them pretty similar to the versions you've seen elsewhere.<br />
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<li><b>Our big museum: The Minneapolis Institute of Arts </b>is . . . honestly, not that different from other big-city museums. Greek statues, European Master paintings, some American stuff. World-class, don't get me wrong, but not necessarily more exciting than other museums you've seen. But, ahem, <i>admission is totally free.</i> And the Prairie School design section shows off our iconic homegrown aesthetic. So there's that.</li>
<li><b>Our public market:</b> <b><a href="http://www.midtownglobalmarket.org/">Midtown Global Market</a>, </b>which has tons of food stands, with solid representation from the city's large Mexican, Vietnamese, Somali, and Indian communities. (True fact: Anthony Bourdain says we have the best Vietnamese food in the USA.)</li>
<li><b>Our cheap-eats zone: </b>Nicollet Avenue south of downtown, all the way to Lake Street, is known as <b>"Eat Street" </b>and also has a long, long roster of restaurants. Hop on the 18 bus on Nicollet. Try <a href="http://www.quang-restaurant.com/" target="_blank"><b>Quang</b></a> or <a href="http://www.jasminempls.com/" target="_blank"><b>Jasmine 26</b></a> for Vietnamese, or <a href="http://harrysinghs.com/" target="_blank"><b>Harry Singh's Original Caribbean Restaurant</b></a> (get the roti) or <a href="http://www.glamdolldonuts.com/" target="_blank"><b>Glam Doll Donuts</b></a>.</li>
<li><b>Our old-school deli: Kramarczuck's,</b> over in Nordeast Minneapolis. Try the house-made sausages at the adjoining cafeteria-style restaurant.</li>
<li><b>Our bar associated with a band: The CC Club,</b> made somewhat famous by the Replacements in their song <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdbXGi2WX0Q" target="_blank">"Here Comes A Regular."</a></li>
<li><b>Our local-boy-goes-East-then-comes-home-to-great-acclaim restaurant: </b>Spoon & Stable</li>
<li><b>Our local cocktail emporium: </b>Marvel Bar. (I adore Marvel Bar; it's somehow supremely chic while also identifiably Minnesotan, a hard combo to pull off. The drinks are pricey but worth every penny. Buuuut ... if you've been to a hip cocktail lounge in any other city, know exactly what you're getting into here. Good stuff but nothing unique.)</li>
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<li>Minneapolis has a world-class park system--truly, I mean it, and it's something I didn't appreciate until I started traveling the world--and one of the very best is <b>Minnehaha Park. </b>It's an easy train ride from the Mall, so no excuses for not going. The park itself is lovely, with its landmark waterfall (Longfellow gave it a shout-out in "Song of Hiawatha") and sprawling grounds. Head down the stairs near the waterfall and then follow the path along the creek all the way out to the Mississippi River. If you have some time to kill, linger at the park's cafe, Sea Salt, which is the local answer to Munich's beer gardens. Seafood is the main event, and worth the two-hour wait in line. But you can also get excellent ice cream and craft beer via much shorter lines. </li>
<li><b>Nicollet Island, </b>which looks like a twee little village hidden in the shadow (almost literally) of downtown Minneapolis. Most locals don't even know about it. (<a href="http://www.douglasmack.net/doug-mack--stories--notes-from-nicollet-island.html" target="_blank">Here's a thing I wrote about it.</a>)</li>
<li><b>Bike.</b> Like our parks, our bike path system is genuinely world-class, and the best way to see the city is on two wheels. There's the Grand Rounds, following the parkways that encircle the city (including the chain of lakes at the southern end of town); the Midtown Greenway, a rails-to-trails corridor that cuts across the west-east width of the city; the Kennilworth and Cedar Lake Trails, which together link the lakes to downtown and Target Field ... and that's just the off-street trails. I'm convinced that Minneapolis should promote itself as a bike-tourism destination, like Copenhagen. Help me test this theory, won't you? </li>
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<li>The easiest way to pedal is with the <a href="https://www.niceridemn.org/" target="_blank">Nice Ride bike share program</a>. Take the train to Minnehaha Park, where there's a kiosk; from there, head west on Minnehaha Parkway to the chain of lakes, or north on East River Parkway to explore the neighborhoods and link up with the Midtown Greenway. Thank me later. </li>
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<li><b>A Baker's Wife's Pastry Shop </b>is about a mile off Minnehaha Parkway and an easy ride from Minnehaha Park. It's my favorite bakery in the world, and I say that as a pastry fiend (it's right there in my Twitter bio) who once ate his way around Paris. There are far fancier bakeries in town (Patisserie 46, Rustica, Salty Tart); this is not the nouveau French bakery you'll find in every big city. It's old-school American baked goods, including the best damn cake doughnuts you'll have anywhere (note: I also spent a long weekend eating every doughnut in NYC; DO NOT QUESTION MY PASTRY JUDGMENT). They have just the right slightly-crispy exterior and pillowy interior and the chocolate ones have this deep, hypnotic ganache that invites odes, nay, arias. And those doughnuts are <i>cheap--</i>like, 55 cents apiece. <i>Everything</i> is cheap, everything is phenomenal, nothing is fussy (the decor is grandma's-basement levels of kitsch, none of it ironic). <i>Cash or check only, don't go there with just a card. </i> </li>
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<li><b>Go to Saint Paul.</b> Best thing to do, if you have a few hours and want to explore our twin to the east, is to take the Blue Line into downtown Minneapolis and then hop on the Green Line and head down University Avenue. For an offbeat experience, get off at Snelling and go to <a href="http://www.ax-man.com/" target="_blank">Ax-Man Surplus Store</a>, purveyors of all manner of odd and wonderful and just plain confusing stuff. It's like <i>Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore </i>crossed with a Radio Shack crossed with some sort of surrealist toy store. Also: lots of delicious food nearby, like <a href="http://www.onskitchen.com/" target="_blank">On's Kitchen Thai Cuisine</a>.</li>
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<li><b><i>Minnesotans are friendly, </i></b>so don’t hesitate to ask anyone for directions and such.</li>
<li><b><i>We’re also not yokels </i></b>and though <i>we</i> can joke about eating Jell-O and living in igloos, we'd rather you didn't make Flyover Country quips or, worse, express astonishment that there's diversity and culture and even ONE OF THE BEST MODERN ART MUSEUMS IN THE WORLD OUT HERE IN THE HINTERLANDS, WOW! Seriously, if anyone says anything like that, I swear to God we'll . . . scowl imperceptibly as we give you directions and welcome you to our city and tell you about last night's hockey game. </li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-2555152581986008812015-11-14T16:43:00.000-06:002015-11-14T16:45:26.838-06:00Paris.<div class="MsoNormal">
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What do you say? I chose to say this, directly to the people of France. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Votre courage et votre résilience étonner constamment moi-votre belle nation forte a résisté face à la violence tant de fois.</b></div>
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<b>Comme beaucoup d'Américains, je vous connais seulement comme un touriste: quelques jours errant la ville, manger pain au chocolat à Gérard Mulot, regarder le coucher du soleil de Montmartre. Je souhaite que je savais que tu mieux que je souhaite que nos nations se connaissaient mieux. Mais je tiens à vous dire que les Etats-Unis, vous admire. Non seulement vos pâtisseries et vos paysages, les choses que nous éprouvons en tant que touristes, mais votre esprit, votre courage. Liberté, égalité, fraternité, fermeté.</b></div>
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My Facebook feed is filled with French flags and vacation photos
of Notre Dame and Les Deux Magots and a certain tower. I understand and admire
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Yet I can’t bring myself to change my profile, post my
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But to me, for my purposes, it feels <i>so </i>damn easy, like a <i><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yo_(app)"><span style="font-style: normal;">Yo</span>
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Moreover, the audience is so incredibly limited: it’s message-making exclusively
for my curated friends, a whisper in the echo chamber rather than a genuinely
public statement. It’s not attending a vigil, it’s not a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flag_of_France">West Point football player carrying
the Tricolor onto the field</a>, which is also easy but unexpectedly moving, because
a football game at West Point is about as <i>rah-rah-America</i>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-7365896798988974332015-11-09T16:30:00.000-06:002015-11-12T09:57:11.900-06:00American History as a Hero's JourneyAs I've worked on my book about the US territories (<i>still in progress, thanks for asking</i>), I've been thinking about the role of the territories in two separate versions of American history: the collective-memory mythology and the actual, factual master narrative.<br />
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In the process, I've also been pondering what, exactly, the mythology version looks like. Here's where my mind is right now: I think that the USA largely sees itself as living out its own rags-to-riches tale. Or, to put it another way, a Hero's Journey, in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hero_with_a_Thousand_Faces" target="_blank">Joseph Campbell's classic formulation</a>:<br />
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The key detail for the American Hero's Journey is that in the popular imagination, it's now effectively complete, aside from a bit of ongoing housekeeping.*<br />
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Basically, it's like this:<br />
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All jokes aside, I think this accurately shows the general contours of how Americans, collectively, see history. I'm very curious to hear if anyone has any alternate takes, so please add your two cents in the comments. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-43889900824925098022015-10-28T10:53:00.000-05:002015-10-28T10:53:00.697-05:00What to Pack For a North Pole Expedition, 100 Years AgoMost travel experts recommend packing light, but some people cannot or will not follow this advice.<br />
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In the annals of extreme over-packers, you have two categories: Dandies and Badasses. Those who are perpetually ready to host the Queen and her entourage in their hotel rooms, and those who are, with no delusion, preparing to fight polar bears.<br />
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In the Dandy category is Temple Fielding, a prominent travel guidebook writer in the 1950s and 1960s (the man made the cover of <i>Time, </i>such was his fame). A long, long time (okay, five years) ago, I <a href="http://blog.douglasmack.net/2010/07/portable-philips-three-speed-record.html" target="_blank">posted his packing list</a>:<br />
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In [a large raffia basket] Fielding keeps a bottle of maraschino cherries, a bottle of Angostura biters, a portable Philips three-speed record-player, five records (four of mood music and "one Sinatra always"), a leather-covered RCA transistor radio, an old half-pint Heublein bottle full of vermouth, and a large nickel thermos with a wide mouth. </blockquote>
That's only the beginning. There are also thirty-five handkerchiefs, sealskin slippers, a yodeling alarm clock, and so much more. For years, I've considered this the Holy Grail of Packing Lists.<br />
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Until today, when I found a small article from 1917 about Arctic explorer and real-deal Badass Roald Amundsen's provisions for <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roald_Amundsen#Northeast_Passage_.281918.E2.80.9320.29" target="_blank">his expedition to the Northeast Passage</a>.<br />
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Amundsen was planning to be gone for six years, in one of the least-known and most foreboding corners of the planet, and evidently operated on the principle that if was going to endure <i>that, </i>well, he was going to require certain luxuries.<br />
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Namely, he and his crew needed their candy. Six hundred pounds of it.<br />
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Here's the full list, from the <i>Princeton (Minnesota) Union</i> on January 25, 1917:<br />
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The expedition lasted from 1918 to 1920--not six years, but it was no less epic (a word I do not use lightly) for the shorter duration. The ship was stuck in the ice for two winters and Amundsen really was attacked by a polar bear. I imagine him stumbling back to the ship after that close encounter, bloody and bewildered, and opening up his candy stash and just <i>shoveling </i>it in his mouth, presumably with a large whisky chaser.<br />
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<i>You can see <a href="http://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn83016758/1917-01-25/ed-1/seq-2/#date1=1917&index=4&rows=20&words=Amalie+Charlotte&searchType=basic&sequence=0&state=&date2=1917&proxtext=%22charlotte+amalie%22&y=0&x=0&dateFilterType=yearRange&page=1" target="_blank">the full newspaper page via the "Chronicling America" database operated by the Library of Congress</a>. The big story on the left is what I was actually trying to find, before this story caught my eye. Also note the intriguing headline to just below Amundsen's packing list!</i><br />
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Hello there, Literary People. Welcome to Minneapolis.</div>
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You may be wondering: <i>Will I meet Prince? Will I have to get around via sled dog? Do all the local restaurants serve Jell-O or just most of them? Will I spot Prince riding a dogsled and eating purple Jell-O and maybe some raspberry sorbet (pun!)? Because that's totally an essay I want to write for The Awl.</i></div>
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<li><i><b>The weather's gonna change in five minutes.</b></i> The forecast calls for temps ranging from the upper 20s to the mid-70s so . . . yeah, that’s how it goes. Welcome. Be prepared for anything.</li>
<li><b><i>Minnesotans are friendly, </i></b>so don’t hesitate to ask anyone for directions and such.</li>
<li><b><i>We’re also not yokels </i></b>and though <i>we</i> can joke about eating Jell-O and living in igloos, we'd rather you didn't make Flyover Country quips or, worse, express astonishment that there's diversity and culture and even ONE OF THE BEST MODERN ART MUSEUMS IN THE WORLD OUT HERE IN THE HINTERLANDS, WOW! Seriously, if anyone says anything like that, I swear to God we'll . . . scowl imperceptibly as we give you directions and welcome you to our city and tell you about last night's hockey game. </li>
<li><b><i>We're also quite passive-aggressive. </i></b></li>
<li><b><i>The best way to see the city is on a bike.</i></b> (See "Getting Around," below.)</li>
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<li><i>Saint Paul </i>is, to hear most Minneapolitans describe it, a mythical land at the edge of the known universe, rumored to hold such enchantments as the state capitol, professional hockey, and unicorns. I can verify that, in fact, Saint Paul is both real and wonderful. You should take the time to head east and explore Minneapolis's twin city (see "Other Things to See and Do). </li>
<li><i>Nicollet Mall</i> is the main downtown eating/shopping street, near the Convention Center. Say it the local, definitely-not-French way: "NICK-o-lit" or "NICK-uh-lit."</li>
<li><i>A Jucy (or Juicy) Lucy</i> is the local contribution to the culinary universe. Basically, a cheeseburger with the cheese inside. <i>Do </i>eat one, even if you're a hard-core granola-and-sprouts type. They're greasy manna. <i>Don't </i>make the rookie mistake of biting into it immediately after it arrives, unless you want third-degree burns on your tongue. Wait a minute. </li>
<li><i>Nordeast </i>is the area just across the river from downtown Minneapolis. </li>
<li><i>Uptown </i>is actually south of downtown by a few miles. I know, New Yorkers. Hush. </li>
<li><i>The River </i>is the Mississippi. It's a great place to go and brood and calm your neurotic, bookish mind. </li>
<li><i>"That's interesting" </i>or <i>"That's different" </i>are our passive-aggressive ways of saying, basically, <i>WTF</i>. These are both strong, negative reactions, though only when said with a particular flat tone or a big, fake smile. If it's a genuine smile, we probably mean it's actually interesting or different. Good luck trying to discern between the two. </li>
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And now, a brief interlude in which a local sage named Slug explains Minneapolitans' low-key pride in their city:<br />
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<li><b><i>We've got buses and light rail (see <a href="http://metrotransit.org/">Metrotransit.org</a> for schedules)</i></b>. Buses require exact change (or rather, they don’t GIVE change, so if all you’ve got is a fiver, it’ll be an expensive trip). Each light rail stop has ticket kiosks that accept credit cards. Once you've paid for a ride, you're good for unlimited rides on all buses and trains for two and a half hours. </li>
<li><i><b>You tend to find cabs only at designated taxi stands, </b></i>e.g. at hotels. Finding one downtown is easy. Anywhere else, you'll probably have to make a phone call.</li>
<li><b><i>Get on a bike. </i></b>The Nice Ride bike-sharing program just reopened for the season. We’ve got a (really, truly) world-class system of parks and parkways and trails, so it’s a great town for two-wheeled exploring, especially outside the downtown core.</li>
<li><b><i>Get in the skyways. </i></b>If you're on foot and if it’s cold or rainy or you just feel like a trippy and Very Minneapolis experience, you can see much of downtown via the skyways, a sort of hamster Habitrail for humans, with shops and restaurants and such. The geography of the skyways is haphazard and confusing and your phone map probably won’t help you, but there are large maps posted all over the place or you can use the <a href="http://www.skywaymyway.com/" target="_blank">SkywayMyWay</a> app. The skyways connect to the Convention Center and are open 6:30am-10:00pm.</li>
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To eat like a local, you'll need to have a <b>Jucy Lucy</b> and drink one of our<b> many fine local beers</b> (e.g. <b>Surly</b> or <b>Summit</b>). </div>
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<b>The Convention Center area, </b>like its counterparts across the globe, is surrounded by overpriced and largely mediocre restaurants. But there are some good options within walking distance:<br />
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<li><a href="http://www.hellskitcheninc.com/" target="_blank"><b>Hell's Kitchen</b></a> serves up some local specialties like bison burgers and walleye and . . . kangaroo sliders. They're best known for their breakfast and brunch. Also: excellent happy hour deals. Their sibling, Angel Food Bakery, is a nice spot for a buttery, sugary midday snack. </li>
<li><a href="http://www.vincentarestaurant.com/" target="_blank"><b>Vincent A Restaurant</b></a> is French and fancy and expensive, but their bar is French and fancy and reasonably priced, and offers the very best gourmet Juicy Lucy in town ($8 during happy hour). And at $13.50, their two-course lunch is a hell of a deal for what you get.</li>
<li><a href="http://barriotequila.com/" target="_blank"><b>Barrio</b></a> is kinda loud and crowded but worth it for the food. If it's warm, their outside seating area is one of the best in town, right on Nicollet Mall. Another good happy hour spot.</li>
<li>For cheaper eats, head to the food trucks along Marquette Avenue at lunch, or to the myriad restaurants along Nicollet Avenue south of Grant Street (e.g. <b>Salsa a la Salsa</b> and <b>Market Barbecue</b>). My favorite food truck, <a href="http://www.journalmpls.com/news-feed/vellee-deli-opens-skyway-restaurant"><b>Velee Deli</b></a>, just opened Real Shop in the skyway. </li>
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<b>UPDATE: If you're vegan, </b>Glam Doll Donuts and Brasa (noted above) are two excellent options, as are Pizza Luce and French Meadow. Thanks to Susan for adding this in the comments.</div>
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<li><b>Nicollet Island, </b>which looks like a twee little village hidden in the shadow (almost literally) of downtown Minneapolis. Most locals don't even know about it. (<a href="http://www.douglasmack.net/doug-mack--stories--notes-from-nicollet-island.html" target="_blank">Here's a thing I wrote about it.</a>) </li>
<li><b>Make a pilgrimage to <a href="http://www.openbookmn.org/" target="_blank">Open Book</a>,</b> the heart of the Minneapolis literary scene, housing The Loft Literary Center, Milkweed Editions, and Minnesota Center for the Book Arts, which has a small but superb gift shop with all manner of artistic books and book-making supplies and generally Really Effing Cool Stuff for any literary types.</li>
<li><b>Check out the lakes (south of downtown) or the downtown riverfront,</b> with its old mills and the landmark Stone Arch Bridge.</li>
<li><b>The Mill City Museum</b> is right along the riverfront, in the ruin of an General Mills "A" Mill, which was once the largest flour mill in the world. A genuinely fascinating and well-curated sort of place, it tells the history of Minneapolis, the history of milling, and how those two histories are intertwined. Also, they have a baking lab, where you get to sample the end result of the milling process: cookies.</li>
<li><b>The Walker Art Museum</b>, at the very edge of downtown (walkable from the Convention Center if you're up for some exercise) is the aforementioned One of the Finest Modern Art Museums in the World; its free Sculpture Garden is also a marvel of a public space.</li>
<li><b>The Minneapolis Institute of Arts </b>is . . . honestly, not that different from other big-city museums. Greek statues, European Master paintings, some American stuff. World-class, don't get me wrong, but not necessarily more exciting than other museums you've seen. But, ahem, <i>admission is totally free.</i> And the Prairie School design section shows off our iconic homegrown aesthetic. So there's that.</li>
<li><b>First Ave</b>, the club that Prince made famous, is in downtown Minneapolis. You should probably go take a gander. </li>
<li><b>UPDATE: Go to Saint Paul.</b> I left this off the first time around, because it's actually not that easy to get from the Convention Center area to the most interesting parts of Saint Paul if you don't have a car. But then Nick Coleman (a longtime local newspaper columnist I've long admired and who I honestly can't believe saw this post) commented below and ... Well, he's right, you should make time for Saint Paul. Best thing to do, if you have a few hours and want to explore our twin to the east, is to hop on the light rail Green Line and head down University Avenue. For an offbeat experience, get off at Snelling and go to <a href="http://www.ax-man.com/" target="_blank">Ax-Man Surplus Store</a>, purveyors of all manner of odd and wonderful and just plain confusing stuff. It's like <i>Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore </i>crossed with a Radio Shack crossed with some sort of surrealist toy store. Also: lots of delicious food nearby, like <a href="http://www.onskitchen.com/" target="_blank">On's Kitchen Thai Cuisine</a>.</li>
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I'm reading with eight other travel writers, and you should come! Free and open to the public, at a sweet subterranean bar called Honey--drink a cocktail, hear some tales from across the globe. It'll be a grand ol' time. Saturday, April 11th, 4-6pm. More details on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/450580101764680/" target="_blank">the Facebook event page</a>.</div>
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Honey is across the street from Nye's Polonaise Room, so come hear some travel stories and then head across the street to drink and polka with a cross-section of Minneapolis. (<a href="https://www.google.com/maps/place/Honey/@44.987745,-93.257564,15z/data=!4m2!3m1!1s0x0:0x59f2d141977d5982?sa=X&ei=H2YfVcf4D4bPsAWkvYLoBA&ved=0CHwQ_BIwDA" target="_blank">Map/directions.</a>)</div>
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Back when I was an American Studies major at Carleton College, we had departmental t-shirts that said, “Gone looking for America. Back in five minutes.”<br />
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It was a joke, of course, but even as we acknowledged the incredible complexity of “looking for” this nation, this shared experience, the fact is that we overlooked many of the myriad chapters of the American Story—people, cultures, places.<br />
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For one thing, we never once studied the United States beyond the states, which is to say the territories (and the commonwealths and the freely associated states; I'm mostly going to use "territories" as a catch-all below).<br />
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Over the past year, I’ve been trying to remedy that immense gap in my understanding of the nation. The voyage has taken just a bit longer than five minutes and has involved flying more than 31,000 miles, to the farthest-flung specks of American soil. Across the International Dateline. Across the equator.<br />
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Like the nation itself, this road trip has been wonderful and weird and sometimes kinda heartbreaking.<br />
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And tomorrow, it’s done. I fly back to icy Minneapolis. To write and stay put for a while and relax at home with Maren. There’s no place like home; I think I heard that somewhere.<br />
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But for another 24 hours, I’m here in Vieques, a “double territory,” as one local described it—officially part of Puerto Rico but sorta not quite, just as Puerto Rico is officially part of the USA, but sorta not quite. It’s a quiet, end-of-the-road sort of place, with wild horses and a beached sailboat rusting on the waterfront and a bioluminescent bay that made me giggle with wonder as I kayaked around it last night, plus areas where you can’t go because there’s live ordnance still lying around from the decades when the Navy used Vieques as a bombing range (they finally stopped in 2003, after it became an international cause).<br />
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Tonight, I’m going to put on my one pair of long pants and the least-wrinkly shirt in my backpack and treat myself to a nice meal. I’m going to toast the territories and the people I’ve met along the way.<br />
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In the movies, this would be the part where there’s a blurred-edge montage of memories and poignant moments. Of the tiny villages and polyglot cities-of-the-future and treacherous jungle roads and transcendent sunsets. Of the people I met: the former Marines and environmentalists and traditional sailors who navigate by stars. The radio DJs and musicians and tattoo artists and factory workers. The government officials and end-of-the-road hippie dropouts and football coaches. The random passersby on streets, in restaurants, at a nondescript convenience store in the Puerto Rican town of Arroyo. The chef who invited me into his restaurant so he could sing me some Bob Dylan (after a round of shots for everyone, of course).<br />
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I’m profoundly grateful to everyone who offered insights, travel tips, books, drinks, tours, and/or a place to stay. Thank you all. Thanks so much. Your hospitality and assistance and insights are what made this journey so grand.<br />
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Thirty-one thousand miles works out to nearly three times around the perimeter of the Contiguous 48 states. It’s the sort of distance that makes you expect that, in all that time, you’d wind up somewhere with giraffes or castles or, you know, not a United States post office. But there was USPS, every single time. And I never had to change currency or get a visa. I know how this works, and I now know why and how the USA came to be involved with each of these places, yet it still amuses and confuses me to be so far from home yet able to send a postcard for 34 cents.<br />
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Maybe it’ll never quite make sense to me. I’m still processing it all, and I shared very little from the road here on the blog (though I’m better at <a href="https://twitter.com/douglasmack" target="_blank">Twitter</a>, FYI). I’m saving the big stories and insights for the book (next year …).<br />
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For now, though, I offer you a quick trip recap by the numbers.<br />
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<i>Miles flown:</i> More than 31,000<br />
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<i>Flights taken: </i>18, by my best count, but maybe more.<br />
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<i>Miles driven: </i>Dunno. But hundreds.<br />
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<i>Cars rented: </i>6<br />
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<i>Cars majorly scratched up on narrow mountain roads:</i> 1<br />
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<i>Total number of islands on which I set foot: </i>14 (Saint Thomas, Saint Croix, Saint John, Tutuila, Anu’u, Guam, Saipan, Tinian, Chuuk, Pohnpei, Kwajalein, Majuro, Puerto Rico, Vieques)<br />
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<i>Times I crossed the equator: </i>2 (to/from American Samoa)<br />
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<i>Times I crossed the International Dateline: </i>2 (to/from Guam and the Northern Mariana Islands)<br />
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<i>Places visited, in order: </i>US Virgin Islands (territory), American Samoa (territory), Guam (territory), Northern Mariana Islands (commonwealth), Chuuk (airplane layover, so probably shouldn’t count as a visit; freely associated state), Pohnpei (ibid on both counts), Marshall Islands (freely associated state), Puerto Rico (commonwealth).<br />
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<i>Number of times I was corrected in the <u>commonwealths</u> for using the word <u>territory</u>:</i> More than a few.<br />
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<i>Official distinction between the two: </i>Commonwealths have sliiightly more autonomy (and are not considered colonies by the UN, though the territories are).<br />
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<i>Actual distinction, if we’re being honest:</i> Really not much at all. <br />
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(<i>And what of the freely associated states? </i>They’re technically autonomous nations, but use US Postal Service, US currency, FEMA disaster relief, and are in many ways quasi-territories.)<br />
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<i>Extreme points of the USA visited: </i>southernmost (American Samoa), westernmost (Guam), easternmost (Virgin Islands)<br />
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<i>Local cheap beers consumed: </i>Um. Quite a few.<br />
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<i>Tasting notes: </i>Cheap beer tastes pretty the same the world over. Pretty sure they're all actually bottled in the same place.<br />
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<i>Local pastries consumed: </i>Again, quite a few. Highlights include a coconut-filled doughnut in American Samoa and a guava pastry in Puerto Rico.<br />
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<i>Oddest drink consumed: </i>Mavi in Puerto Rico (made with fermented bark; there’s a similar drink called mawbi in the USVI, but it tastes a lot better)<br />
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<i>Food I’m most glad I didn’t have to try: </i>Purple sea worms in American Samoa, which were not in season.<br />
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<i>Place that most scared me: </i>The former air force base on Tinian, where all the buildings and bunkers and tanks and runways still remain, slowly being taken over by the jungle. I poked my head inside a pitch-dark bunker and something moved and I sprinted the hell away from there.<br />
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<i>Teeny-tiny airplanes flown on: </i>6<br />
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<i>Number of flights on the world’s most dangerous regularly-scheduled air route:</i> 2<br />
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<i>Windy, potholed, scary-as-hell mountain roads driven: </i>Countless.<br />
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<i>Times lost on said roads: </i>A whoooole lot<br />
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<i>Long mountain-hikes completed: </i>2<br />
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<i>Territories in which I saw a baseball stadium: </i>4<br />
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<i>Territories in which I saw a cricket ground:</i> 2<br />
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<i>Average cost of a gas of gallon: </i>At least 50% more than in Minnesota<br />
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<i>Mix of convenience-store food aisles between American and non-American calorific snax:</i> precisely half and half, in each place.<br />
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<i>Territories that played a role in World War II: </i>All of them.<br />
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<i>Territories that were active battlegrounds in World War II: </i>Guam and Northern Marianas (and American Samoa, in the sense that there was one mortar fired).<br />
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<i>Territories with considerable lingering signs of other colonial rulers:</i> 4 (Denmark in the USVI; Spain in Puerto Rico, Guam, and the Northern Marianas; Japan in Guam and the Northern Marianas).<br />
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<i>Earliest date of acquisition of current territories: </i>1898 (Guam, Puerto Rico, via the Spanish-American War).<br />
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<i>Latest date of official acquisition of current territories: </i>1978 (Northern Marianas, although they’d been under US rule as part of the United Nations Trust Territories since the end of World War II).<br />
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<i>Hats lost:</i> 4<br />
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<i>Hats found with my last name on them:</i> 1. On a remote mountain trail in American Samoa, right after my guide was talking about the mischievous local ghosts, and I’m still unnerved by the whole thing.<br />
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<i>Guns fired: </i>1. With Japanese tourists on Guam. There are a bunch of gun ranges where tourists from Japan, China, and Russia go to have the quintessential American experience of dressing up like cowboys and shooting guns. <br />
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<i>Hello Kitty gelatos consumed in the shade of a large luxury-good shopping mall (outside the Gucci store, to be specific) immediately after firing a gun: </i>1<br />
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<i>WTF moments: </i>Countless.<br />
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<i>Rank of the barbecue on Guam among the best I’ve ever had: </i>Right up there, top two or three. If there were any justice, this would be considered with Kansas City and Memphis and Texas among the nation’s great barbecue hotspots.<br />
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<i>Salsa lessons taken: </i>1<br />
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<i>Salsa lessons utterly failed: </i>1<br />
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<i>Unspeakably beautiful sunsets observed: </i>So, so many.<br />
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<i>Unspeakably beautiful sunsets interrupted by marching, chanting Marines and a (toy) drone flying overhead: </i>1<br />
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<i>Date by which I have to process all of this and write it into something cohesive and not overly long, and submit a manuscript: </i>June 1st. Wish me luck. </div>
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I'm at the Fiesta de la Calle San Sebastian in San Juan, standing on the edge of a crowd grinding to some hard-core oontz-oontz electronica, when a guy in a green top hat offers me two little white capsules. <br />
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I take them. <br />
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Let's be clear: they're Tic Tacs. Or at least I'm pretty sure they are, because he dispenses them from the right container, and he's part of a group branded head-to-toe in the Tic Tac logo, and corporate guerrilla marketing is a common thing here.<br />
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But the fact remains, within minutes, I see some weird stuff. A shadow morphs into a bow-and-arrow-toting warrior. Don King appears in the crowd and so does and Elsa from "Frozen," toting a melted Olaf in a plastic bag, reduced to a pool of water, a carrot, and a couple of sticks. Stilt-walking spirits jam to roaming salsa bands, surrounded by cacophonous crowds. When the guy in a chicken mask walks by, I'm relieved by how normal he seems.<br /><br />
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The streets are pools of light and competing waves of noise--bongos and "ONE OF US HAS TO STAY SOBER" and oontz-oontz-oontz--crushed into narrow, cobblestoned corridors. From the wrought-iron balcony above us, a woman who looks just like Dame Maggie Smith scowls down at us.<br />
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It's all so preposterous, so heady, that for a moment, I wonder, were those REALLY Tic Tacs?<br />
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This just in: I have a new book coming out! It’ll be published by W.W. Norton … sometime in the future. It's a travelogue about a topic that I really should know more about--and you should, too. But most of us don't have a clue.<br />
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The working title is <i>The Forgotten States of America: In Search of the Territories, Islands, and Far-Flung Specks of American Soil.</i> From the book proposal: <br />
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When you get right down to it, the United States of America is not merely a nation of states. We are also comprised of those scattered shards of earth and populace that make up our territories. They’re filled with US National Parks and US post offices and people as proudly red-white-and-blue as any Daughter of the American Revolution. <br />
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And yet for most Americans, the territories are a mere curiosity. They’re extant but inconsequential, like poppy seeds or the Lifetime Network. Pop quiz: Name the US territories and tell me just one thing about each. Heck, just tell me how many territories there are. No, really. Try it. I’ll wait.<br />
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… Exactly.<br />
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<i>The Forgotten States of America</i> is a long-overdue introduction to the United States beyond the states, by way of a decidedly different sort of all-American road trip, to the five inhabited territories (there’s your answer: the US Virgin Islands, Puerto Rico, Guam, the Northern Mariana Islands, and American Samoa) and other quasi-American points beyond.* <br />
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It’s a globe-hopping travelogue—with no visas or currency-exchanging necessary—examining the complicated histories of how the USA acquired each place (spoiler: military action, manifest destiny) and their ongoing role in the American Experiment (spoiler: military preparedness, manifest destiny). Most of all, the book showcases the here-and-now of modern life in the territories, with their diverse mix of millennia-old indigenous groups, opportunity-seeking immigrants, military personnel, and an eclectic array of dropouts, schemers, and dreamers.<br />
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Through the lens of my own experiences, I’ll show why the territories matter: How they made the USA what it is today and what they can show us—from their quasi-outsider position—about what it means to be American. <br />
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From bustling cities to quiet back roads to Lost World jungles of the we’re-definitely-not-in-the-states-anymore variety, I’ll be your guide as we seek answers and attempt to connect the dots between the territories and our nation of united … places.<br />
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<li>a crew of National Park of American Samoa summer interns taking a break from clearing paths on the Mount Alava trail; </li>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-27732389654367669152014-06-10T08:24:00.000-05:002014-06-10T10:06:49.451-05:00Postcard Gallery: Stone Elephant, Magical Moose, and Top-Hatted Snail EditionI get mail. Awesome, awesome mail. A selection of my recent favorites:<br />
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This one might be my favorite, if only because of the comedic imagery of picturing a snail put on that bowtie. Think of the logistics that entails. (Top hats are easy, don't try that argument with me.)<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: start;">This retro foursome, though, is also marvelous. Three of 'em come from excellent travel-writer pals; the fourth's from an excellent reader. There's Elephant Rock in the upper left, courtesy of </span><a href="https://twitter.com/andiamo" style="text-align: start;" target="_blank">Jessica Spiegel</a><span style="text-align: start;">. To the right, the oh-so-modern Tijuana border, via </span><a href="https://twitter.com/nerdseyeview" style="text-align: start;" target="_blank">Pam Mandel</a><span style="text-align: start;">. The photo of the moose postcard, from </span><a href="https://twitter.com/JennaSchnuer" target="_blank">Jenna Schnuer</a>, <span style="text-align: start;">doesn't do it justice, because it's one of those postcards printed on textured plastic, where the photo looks 3D, moving slightly as you tilt your head.</span><span style="text-align: start;"> And the oranges. LOOK AT THOSE THINGS. I've been to California. It's a pretty lush sort of place. Stuff grows. And grows. That's enough OJ for, like, a year's worth of breakfasts. Many thanks, Reader Melissa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Also, by the way, the <a href="http://blog.douglasmack.net/2013/09/postcard-week-part-1-this-is-what-116.html" target="_blank">much-discussed Pantone Conspiracy</a> is still going. After something like three years and well over a hundred of these things. I'm starting to think it's all part of some elaborate prank by the NSA: <i>We know where you live. But for now, all we want to do is send you postcards. Enjoy! (But really, watch your back.)</i><br />
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Finally, this. A sly callback from a reader with a long memory, a reference to my very first published story, <a href="http://www.douglasmack.net/doug-mack--stories--confessions-of-a-chicken-man.html" target="_blank">"Confessions of a Chicken Man."</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-19146227434084574672014-06-04T08:10:00.000-05:002014-06-04T23:41:53.300-05:00The Cabinet of Wonders Just Outside the Door: Notes on Exploring Your Own Neighborhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The other day, Maren and I discovered a new species.<br />
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We were walking through a wooded section of a park in our neighborhood, listening for birds and trying to identify the swatches of feathers we could make out in the trees. Since we know nothing about birds, the conversation went something like this:<br />
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“There’s a robin!”<br />
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“There’s an oriole!”<br />
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“There’s a … um … Black and I Can’t Tell, Maybe Yellow-Winged—Yes, Yellow—Kinda Pudgybird.” <br />
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And then, in the undergrowth, a different sort of animal. Not a bird, but that’s all I can say with certainty. <br />
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It was the greyish brown of our local rabbits, and shared their round, fat bodies and huge back feet. It definitely hopped like a rabbit. But its tail was tiny, a stump rather than a fuzzball. And its head was like a squirrel: small, pointy, with stubby ears. We spent several minutes tracking it, intrigued, and decided it was the result of a squirrel mating with a bunny. A <i>squnny</i>.<br />
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I’m sure the naturalists will tell me it was some well-known species. But I prefer to think of it as a curiosity hiding in plain sight, our own personal discovery. <br />
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There’s always new stuff to find, even when we don’t venture very far. I love wandering around Minneapolis and exploring new neighborhoods. But lately I’ve realized that there's Cool New Stuff even closer to home, just across the street. Proximity is no guarantee of noticing. You have to be paying attention.<br />
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We live near Lake Harriet. In this City of Lakes, this one's ours. It’s a three-mile walk around the whole thing, three miles of well-kept paths and sights and delights, both lasting and ephemeral, personal and universal. <br />
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A cabinet of wonders just outside our door.<br />
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Some of them, actually, would fit in quite well with the believe-it-or-not curios of the actual Cabinets of Wonders that old-time aristocrats used to have.*<br />
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<li>Here is an elf house. Real thing. It’s in the hollow at the base of a tree. There’s a little ornately-carved wooden door with a little brass handle, and <a href="http://onlineathens.com/images/082403/mrlittlebigguy2.jpg" target="_blank">kids open the door and leave notes inside</a>, and Mr. Little Guy writes back.</li>
<li>Here is an elusive sea monster, which moves from lake to lake. Also a real thing, a Brontosaurus-poking-its-head-above-the-water thing. (Yes, there’s a logical explanation; no, I’m not going to provide it.)</li>
<li>Here is the old trolley, the last remnant of a streetcar line that once crisscrossed the Twin Cities, one of the nation’s finest transit systems. Now, it’s a $2-a-head time machine that goes back and forth on a mile of track and across the generations.</li>
<li>Here is what I’m pretty sure must be The World's Smallest Sailboat You Can Sit Inside, But Only After Mastering Elaborate Cirque de Soleil-Level Contortions. It looks like a sleek coffee table—very Urban Loft—into which someone has stuck a mast.</li>
<li>Even more confounding are The Sailboats Large Enough to Sail Around the World, plying the waters of this mile-across lake.</li>
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<li>Over here, on the south end, are what I always think of as The Woods, where the path is tunneled with trees. And if you look through the gap—that gap, right there—you’ll get a view of the downtown skyline across the water, compact and modern, glass skyscrapers that glow (I mean <i>really glow</i>) at sunset, and you’ve gotta come here, to this gap, for the best view.</li>
<li>Over there, asserting their presence, are the Sketchy Dudebro Ducks. Nature, man. Nature can be awful, especially during mating season. These guys are so terrifying in their pursuit of the Ladyducks—chasing them across the skies, attacking in the water—that just watching them for thirty seconds would surely make even the most hardened human misogynist shudder and join the National Organization for Women.</li>
<li>On a happier note, here are the teeny-tiny ducklings following their mother in the water, little balls of fluff with beaks, paddling for all they’re worth while the runners and Rollerbladers and Sketchy Dudebro Humans in their Hummers stop on the paths and roads encircling the lake and stare and smile and let out a collective <i>aww.</i></li>
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The humans. Cruising in their cars, whizzing past on Tour-worthy bikes, walking with their families … to say nothing of the runners.<br />
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<li>Oh, the runners. So many varieties of runners that to begin to categorize them in any manageable way, you'd have to start up at Class before branching out into Family, Genus, Species. The fleet-footed, tattooed hipster moms and dads pushing their kids in their $1,000 strollers. The gangly high-schoolers who plod past with an air of youthful exuberance matched by stoic commitment to beefing up the ol' college-app resume. The bespectacled and manifestly Not Fit creative types whose pallor and physique betrays their many hours indoors, in front of a computer, and a general lack of familiarity with the sun or exercise.</li>
<li>Over here are the sedentary lake-goers at the beach. Satisfying the innate human urge to go lie on a towel on some sand, even if the body of water isn’t exactly the ocean, the waves decidedly un-surfable, the stretch of sand just a few yards wide. No matter. Just look at the sign: South Beach.</li>
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The curiosities aren’t all visual.<br />
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<li>My favorite, though, is what you hear when you walk past the sailboats parked at their buoys: their halyards, all clinking that just-right metal-on-metal note, bright and resonant and deeply satisfying. A cricket-like embodiment of All That Is Right About Summer.</li>
<li>And the tastes. Next to the bandshell, there’s a refectory—snack bar, if you prefer—called Bread & Pickle. I recommend the cheese curds (house made) and a hibiscus iced tea (ditto). An odd pairing, I realize. But it works.</li>
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Or at least it works for me. And that may be because part of the attraction here at Lake Harriet comes from that most potent of all wonder-makers, nostalgia. The broader kind—the street car and bandshell do their golly-gee darndest to conjure a Rockwellian Simpler Time—but also the personal kind.<br />
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<li>Out there, in the middle of the lake, that’s where we walked last winter, when it was frozen solid. Where we made snow angels and waved at the jets landing at MSP, which is just a couple of miles over that way.</li>
<li>Here is the Peace Garden, where my friends Andrew and Becky got married.</li>
<li>Here is the field where, watching a movie-in-the-park with Maren on one of our first dates, I first fell head-over-heels in love with her. The table where we sat, drinking hibiscus tea and eating cheese curds and chatting until long after Bread & Pickle had closed for the night.</li>
<li>Here is the bench where, one unseasonably warm evening in March, I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me.</li>
<li>Here is the kiosk where you can rent a canoe or a kayak. We keep meaning to do that. A memory yet to be formed. </li>
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*<i> By the by, <a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780679764892" target="_blank">this is a fascinating book</a> about actual old-school cabinets of wonder and the cabinet-of-wonder-evoking Museum of Jurassic Technology, whose exhibits may or may not be real. </i></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-29512482872275442662014-05-28T23:36:00.000-05:002014-05-29T18:31:30.801-05:00Throwback Thursday, Lazy Writer EditionIt’s been way too long since I posted, but I’m working on some new stuff. Big stuff. You’ll see. Also, I’m way overdue on the Postcard Gallery updates. I got your mail, I promise. Yes, you with the endearing fake telegram; you with the oversized-produce postcard; you with the old-school aerograms. All coming soon to this spot.<br />
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In the meantime, hey, it’s Throwback Thursday, also known as The Internet’s Way of Generating Content When All You Really Have Is Old Stuff. So here are some old stories of mine that I happen to like and think you will, too. And some old photos, too.<br />
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<b>Throwback #1: A sketchy hotel in Scotland</b><br />
For starters, here's a photo from 1999, during one of my first trips abroad. That's me in the middle, with my sister and my dad, outside the Nigg Hotel, (sort of) near Inverness. This is the morning after the memorably odd day I discuss in <a href="http://www.douglasmack.net/seven-travel-rules-from-a-brooding-teenager.html">"Seven Travel Rules From a Brooding Teenager."</a> The story was my attempt to capture the angst of a teenager on a family-bonding trip just before he heads off to college. The hotel played along, offering plenty of fuel for my gloomy mood. Seriously: just try to tell me that place doesn't look like a Scottish stand-in for the Bates Motel. <br />
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<b>Throwback #2: That other place in Scotland, the one where they play a game with a ball that (probably) symbolizes a severed head</b><br />
My parents have a mild obsession with Scotland. Hence that trip in 1999, as well as a few other journeys throughout my childhood. My parents live frugally, largely so that they can save up for the next trip. About ten years ago, they moved to Scotland for a year, to a charming town with a certain offbeat tradition, a rugby-like game that involves hundreds of burly men. It was an interesting reporting challenge to try not to get run over, but I lived to tell the tale, <a href="http://www.douglasmack.net/the-ba-.html">"The Old Ba' Game."</a><br />
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<b>Throwback #3: The park in Ecuador with 300 iguanas, all of them out to get me</b><br />
I can be a bit, shall we say, jumpy. It's a theme that comes up in a lot of my stories (including the two above) because, while the world is a pretty cool and interesting place, it also sorta wants me dead, and is forever contriving new ways to make me think that my demise may well be imminent. At one point, I considered calling this blog A Neurotic Abroad. Mind you, I do have my own adventurous streak. I put myself out there. But then, pretty quickly, I reach the OH HELL NO threshold, <a href="http://blog.douglasmack.net/2013/03/enrichment-voyage-part-11-scenes-from.html">like that time in Ecuador when an iguana mistook my ass for a chew toy.</a><br />
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<b>And now, a Throwback to Look Forward. </b><br />
Here's another photo from that 1999 trip to Scotland. (Based on photographic evidence, I wore that white hoodie the whole trip. I AM FASHION.)<br />
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That's me on the left and my friend Doug on the right. He's Scottish, I'm American, and we're posing with our respective national soft drinks. (His being Irn-Bru, which is the most cloyingly sweet substance yet discovered by science, bright orange in color, quite possibly radioactive, and kinda delicious for, like, the first two sips. Mine being Coca-Cola, which, aside from the color, could be described in largely the same terms.)<br />
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There's nothing more to that story, except that it's one small bit of evidence of my long obsession with Americana and the question of what things and ideas and archetypes make up our national identity. Which is one of the themes of my next book. More details soon. </div>
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(Photo and graphic by yours truly.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-60399345811594871152014-04-07T16:02:00.004-05:002014-04-07T16:18:19.275-05:00Tourist Trap Tournament: Final Fjord (Plus Three More)<div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;">
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<i>After 63 game recaps and more than 300 puns (and perhaps five <u>good </u>puns), the Tourist Trap Tournament comes to a close with the Final Fjord Plus Three More. </i></div>
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Mascots: Haddock v Sinners<o:p></o:p></div>
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After a long run of flash and
swagger, the Sinners made all kinds of questionable decisions, basically rolling
right over and submitting to their Norwegian foes; there’s no doubt they were
out partying a bit too hard these last few days, because they sure looked
washed-out, as the Haddock darted around with ease. Some commentators have
voiced suspicions that the Sinners were betting against themselves, but the
reality is that the Haddock were simply the better team, with a positively
oceanic gap between the teams in terms of endurance and general clean living. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Mascots: Stampeding Hemingways v
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The Stampeding Hemingways often
have their ups and downs--they may get knocked down, but make no mistake, the
Run also rises. The Furious Foreheads never found the upper hand, and seemed weighed
down by a mental block. The Stampeding Hemingways move on, as war-proven
veterans, making for an intriguing final match-up against the Fjords: The Old
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<i>Thanks so much to all the fans
on the blog, on Twitter, and on Facebook. These two teams wouldn’t have gotten
this far without you--the Fjords had a particularly strong base of supporters
who most certainly nudged them forward.</i></div>
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<i>Strengths:</i> Brute force,
killer instincts, famous fans, and <i>man</i>
can they run.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Weaknesses:</i> Easily distracted by the color red, frequently called
for charging, not a ton of finesse.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Strengths</i>: Long reach, incredible history, rock-solid foundation,
stoic endurance beyond compare, utter charm, ability to get out of tight spots.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Weaknesses</i>: Slow-moving, stuck in their ways.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Final result: Running of the
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<i>(After--by my count--more than 300 puns, I’m fresh out right now, so no
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Mascots: Pharaohs v Furious
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With their dueling long-standing traditions
and chiseled physiques, these two teams were closely matched. The Furious
Foreheads finally found their legs at the end, while the Pharaohs lived up to
their reputation of slowing down, looking petrified out there and, at best,
merely walking like Egyptians, and leaving the crowd tut-tutting . <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Culture (or Something) final: Running of the Bulls v Forbidden
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Mascots: Stampeding Hemingways v
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The Forbidden City was strong,
no question, ruling the court and showing off the philosophies of their famous
playbook, <i>Classic of Rites</i>. But in an
amazing race-to-the-end finish, the Stampeding Hemingways narrowly beat the
horn, ending the Dynasties’ long run.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>The Natural World final: Norway’s Fjords v Maasai Mara
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This was a wild one, with raw
natural talent on full display, with breathtaking shots all over the place, shutters
clicking everywhere. The Scandinavians’ chilly, stoic might won the day,
getting out of many a tight spot. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<b>Cities & Squares & Markets final: Las Vegas v Dubai</b></div>
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Mascots: Sinners v Shiny New
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These two teams entered the
competition with outsized reputations for swagger and excess and more than a
bit of trouble in their backgrounds—and a hope for redemption. The Sinners’
strong suits: sprawling reach, a willingness to take chances, and a reputation
for conjuring big-time magic. The Shiny New Stuff’s key strengths: boldness and
ambition like no other, style somewhat less profane than the Sinners’ ways, and
an array of innovative ways of doing things. Ultimately, the numbers simply
favored the Sinners and their decades of experience in the game.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Easter Island v Running of the Bulls</div>
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Norway's Fjords v Las Vegas</div>
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Round 3 begins with sixteen competitors--that's the Supreme Sixteen to you (because, trademarks)--and ends with a Most Excellent Eight. All the recaps below! And if you're just joining us, you can relive all the excitement, game by game, round by round, over at <a href="http://blog.douglasmack.net/search/label/tourist%20trap%20tournament" target="_blank">Tourist Trap Tourney Central</a>. </div>
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Mascots: Pharaohs v Avenging
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The crowd-pleasing Avenging
Arias soared early once again, but came out flat after the intermission, their
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Mascots: Wee Whizzers v Furious
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Purists may cry foul over the
Wee Whizzers’ style, but there’s no question that the little lads of Brussels
have their eyes on the prize, Number 1 in their sights. Problem is, they’re
atrocious at long range. And though some teams get distracted by the Wee
Whizzers’ antics, no one keeps a stiff upper lip like the Furious Foreheads,
the enigmas of the islands, the face of Pacific exceptionalism, long a regional
secret but quickly becoming world-famous, and rightly so. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Mascots: Stampeding Hemingways v
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You have never seen such a
chaotic bloodbath. The Drunks finally stumbled—and how. They could barely keep
upright, their communication was off, and everything they threw up was awful, a
case study in what not to do. The Stampeding Hemingways ran right through their
opponents, showing no hint of mercy. They’ve taken a circuitous path to get
this far, but they’re in the home stretch now—the question is, Can anyone stop
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It was a classic showing by the
Mosaics: unquestionably stylish, but mighty complicated. If there’s one knock
against them, it’s that they’re the very definition of Byzantine. They sure
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The magic finally wore off for
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The pride of Kenya pounced
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Mascots: Earth Dragons v Sinners
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Nobody puts on a show like the
Sinners, proof that with cash comes flash—and a reputation for offensive
powers. So it was an incredibly close contest with the Earth Dragons and their
famed defense, until the Great Wall showed some gaps and lapses, and the luck
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Mascots: Bright Lights v Shiny
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With famous cheerleaders like
Frank Sinatra and Jay-Z, the Bright Lights are big-city ballers with pedigree,
and were their usual impressively frenetic selves, with ceaseless action in the
lane. But in this showdown of two decidedly unsubtle competitors, the Bright Lights
hit a roadblock in the form of the Shiny New Stuff and its dizzying excess—all
height and go-for-broke style—led by its famed “seven-star” all-star. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Sure, the Tourist Trap Tournament proceeds at a slower pace than its basketball-centric imitator, but travel just plain takes longer than tossing a plaything around little ol' room. In any case, Round 2 has just finished up, and here's where things stand, with recaps from the Cities & Squares & Markets Regional below.</i></div>
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Mascots: Earth Dragons v
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The Earth Dragons have had their
ups and downs, but their talent stretches clear to the horizon—and it doesn’t hurt
that they’ve recently acquired a famous fan in First Lady Michelle Obama. If only
they could get over their tendency to put up bricks over and over again, as
they did on this occasion. No matter, though--the Earth Dragons slowly found their footing and eked out a victory over the Gondoliers, whose smooth strokes (and
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The real American Hustle? That would
be Bright Lights, known for their skill and flash. The Dancin’ Asaparas were
their usual splendorous selves, all timeless elegance, but they we no match for
Times Square, who last night shot the lights out for an hour. [<i><a href="http://www.ny1.com/content/news/206122/times-square-turns-off-lights-for--earth-hour-"><span style="text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Topical!</span></a> -Ed.</i>] <o:p></o:p></div>
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Known for their sheer height and
innovative formations, the Shiny New Stuff are establishing a wide gulf between
themselves and their challengers (although there are also quite a few whispers
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After a pep talk by superfan
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The Bombastic Coral had the crowd support from all their swimmer friends--the whole school, in fact, but the tide was simply stronger for the Fjords. The Haddock were efficient [<i>say it out loud … -Ed.</i>] in their efforts, and impressed with their skerry guards.</div>
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The Big Cats came in with something
to prove to the world—namely, that despite their internal rifts and reputation
for spottiness, they’re still the pride of the Africa, and prey to no one, certainly
not the oh-so-vain Tan Lines. The result: a thorough Brazilian waxing. [<i>Yup. -Ed.</i>]<o:p></o:p></div>
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The rugged Americans entered
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with their dapper, speedy starting line-up—nicknamed the Class Five Rapids. The
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187468223904907144.post-346647660194313112014-03-27T14:00:00.000-05:002014-03-27T21:09:48.015-05:00Tourist Trap Tourney: Culture (or Something), Round 2<b>Running of the Bulls v Graceland</b><br />
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Perhaps the sequined outfits were a bad idea for the Gyrating Hips, who faded fast, their early vigor giving way to something more melancholy and bloated, a desperation that said “Don’t be cruel.” To which the Stampeding Hemingways taunted, “A little less conversation, a little more action,” and showed the way with a terse, urgent, no-frills style that nonetheless captivated the crowds—a noble effort, indeed. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The party’s only just begun for the pride of Munich. Against all expectations, the Drunks stumbled to victory, unfazed by the Mount Li Legends’ seeming ability to be everywhere, all the time—perhaps the Drunks are simply used to overwhelming numbers due to their tendency toward seeing double, or triple (and, anyway, their Party Zone defense negates any concern about man-to-terracotta-man coverage).<o:p></o:p></div>
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The Pharaohs made a strong showing in the first round, but it turns out they’d kept some of their secrets under wraps, and they came out shockingly strong, albeit with an odd lurch in their stride, as though they’d been resting for a millenia or two. The Athenas’ showed an impressively diverse skill set, from wisdom to craftiness, keeping things close, but for the Pharaohs, the writing was already on the wall, in their native hieroglyphics. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The Avenging Arias were flat at times but left this one on a high note after settling into a good rhythm. It was all too much for the Mighty Tartan, who fell short by a Royal Mile. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The Wee Whizzers are a team everyone either loves to hate or hates to love, the pint-sized scamps with the hot hand and the titillating reputation. Quite the contrast to the Starchitects, with their refined, even haughty sensibility—well-earned, given the hardscrabble roots—and penchant for going almost out of bounds before slyly pulling back. The irreverent little chaps from Belgian pulled it out when no one else expected it, though, and got the W.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After toppling Stonehenge in the first round, the Furious Foreheads were expected to have another strong showing, although there were concerns that they’d get [<i>wait for it, you know what’s coming …</i>] big heads. But leading up to this match-up they remained tight-lipped, even while the Marvelous Minarets grandiosely waxed poetic, evidently as a tribute to a deceased loved one. When it came to the actual face-off, the Furious Foreheads were rock-solid, using a Hack-a-Pishtaq strategy to great effect against the Marvelous Minarets.</div>
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