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“How many nipples does she have?” I asked as I saw her loping around on bad legs. “2, just like us Lob,” replied our guide. With every question I had, our guide Petch’s Thai smile grew wider and correspondingly, my curiosity grew more unhinged. I felt I had many questions about elephants and so ignored the sharp elbow to the side from my wife and asked away. “You ask many questions, Lob.”

About an hour north of Chiang Mai is The Elephant Nature Park. You can almost hear the Jurassic Park theme play as you enter the leafy jungle road. Tall, green and lush trees trap the humidity at a low level, and even though I’m in an air-conditioned van, I sweat. For a city boy like myself, it’s rare to see an animal that is not a dog or cat. So when I first saw elephants on the road the on my way to the park I was floored. Big, hulking yet effective in their strides, I saw about half a dozen elephants saddled with wooden boxes carrying two people on their backs and a guide. I was amazed as to how animals of such power, and from what I’ve heard intelligence, can be trusted with three souls on their backs.

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Today I’m spending pre-birthday celebrations at work (but really it’s just work minus the celebrations) and then I’m headed out tonight for some fun. Tomorrow I’ll be hiking and spending my day off where I love to be the most, outdoors. Then, perhaps pie! On an unrelated note, I just finished reading A Buzz in the Meadow and I really want to buy a small farm in rural France. @dave.goulson and his depictions of life and ecosystems are gorgeous and magical. Anyone want to go in on a ten-acre plot? 🐝🌸✨

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Christopher Bollen’s North Fork Inspirations

Christopher Bollen’s “Orient,” a richly drawn thriller set on Long Island’s North Fork, is one of the summer’s most buzzed-about reads. Here, Bollen, who is also the longtime editor at large of Interview magazine, shares some of the local haunts that influenced the book. 

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Celebrate Flag Day with this NASA image of the stars and stripes on the moon. Learn about the extraordinary group of Apollo mission photos recently added to our photography collection.

The photos are currently on view through March 12, 2017 in From the Collection: 1960–1969.

[Untitled photograph from the Apollo 11 mission. July 1969. The Museum of Modern Art, New York]

I don’t know if this happiness has come from age, hard work or a mix of the two but I know that I am in the best place I have ever been. Happy, healthy, able to experience the world without getting lost in the process. After another weekend of excitement and travel, I am buzzing for the future and what it can bring. I manifest my reality, and this is the only one I want.

It is 2034 and Buzz Aldrin travels in a motorcade from small town to small town, punching anybody who lies. Not about the moon landing in particular. Just, anyone. He has had a wealth of life experiences. He has seen things no other living human has. He has fucked the moon, producing a sire of over 1,000 craggy faced rock babies who also punch liars. He is an old man. Triple digits old. He is done picking his battles or being politic. To us, space is an amusement. To him, more than a frontier – an endless expanse of matter and black space. Also the place where he fucked the moon. His era is not over. He hates liars, and he will punch them.