A Brazilian firm translates small-spaces ideas into a cute shopping mall shop.

Spanish collective Basurama arrived in Niamey, Niger, to assist locals in the construction of new leisure spaces with local, low cost materials.

Submit your witty, artful, or entertaining short film for the 2014 VELOBerlin Film Award.

Hornets, yellow jackets, tarantula hawks oh my. Wasps might be scary, but a world without them would be a disaster.

Architect designs a composting toilet that is "no cost, no impact"

This is what happens when a solo wilderness explorer, who also happens to be a professional photographer, creates a book about nature.

Years ago, we used to fight to keep out these corporate invaders. Now we fight to save them?

But some thoughts on why they should...

Josh Fox says President Obama's support for natural gas shocked him, but Brad Plumer shows how the issue of gas exports and production has much to do with maintaining trade relationships.

There's already a global cocoa shortage, but prices haven't risen enough to make it worthwhile for cocoa farmers. They're switching to rubber instead.

As you spoil mom on Mother's Day, amplify your appreciation by opting for Fairtrade products that will turn the day into something even more meaningful.

If you think leather is "natural", think again. 15 of 17 gloves tested socred unsatisfactory or inadequate in tests for harmful chemicals.

Using light to transmit data is faster and more secure; it's a bright idea.

Presenting The Great Carol Comeback.

Plackers presents nutrition and dental health tips to keep kids’ teeth clean and mouths healthy.

New KitchenAid®Glass Tea Kettle

Plackers presents nutrition and dental health tips to keep kids’ teeth clean and mouths healthy.

New KitchenAid®Glass Tea Kettle

Tony Bennett talks about what it means to have Keep Memory Alive’s 20th annual Power of Love™ gala honor him with a 90th birthday celebration on May 21, 2016

David Trainer, CEO of Investment Research Firm New Constructs, sees three prime picks in some of the hardest-hit areas of Wall Street.

Cellist of the Amadeus String Quartet for four decades

The cellist Martin Lovett, who has died aged 93 after contracting Covid-19, acted as the musical conscience of the Amadeus String Quartet. When the playing of his three colleagues – all Austrian exiles – threatened to become too sweet, Lovett could be relied on to bring them back to the right side of good taste with a finely drawn phrase from his Stradivarius instrument.

Like Hermann Busch, a player he deeply admired, of the Busch Quartet, Lovett displayed qualities that could be overlooked when set against the wayward genius of the leader, Norbert Brainin, the virtuosity of the violist, Peter Schidlof, and the solid accomplishment of the second violinist, Siegmund Nissel. And yet his very dependability, his quintessentially British avoidance of anything that smacked of showiness or gloss, made their own contributions to the quartet’s four decades of success.

Elizabeth Sankey’s engaging documentary reclaims the genre from snooty cinephiles – and proudly pronounces When Harry Met Sally a masterpiece

With affection and brio, Elizabeth Sankey reclaims the genre of romantic comedy in this watchable documentary; that is, she reclaims it from the gendered snobbery of white, male, middle-aged reviewers who fall over themselves to praise horror movies or thrillers or superhero films but turn their noses up at romcom. (If La La Land had been marketed as a romcom, wonders Sankey, would it have got the same Oscars and saucer-eyed critical praise?)

Now, I’m putting my hands up here, although I still can’t handle Nancy Meyers’ The Holiday (2006), and I still worry that romcom tends to be all rom and no com, a conservative genre that often dislikes the subversion of comedy. I absolutely agreed with Sankey’s masterpiece rating for When Harry Met Sally … (1989) – what person of taste and judgment wouldn’t? – and I enjoyed her praise for While You Were Sleeping (1995), which she discreetly juxtaposes with the comparably themed The Big Sick (2017). But could it be that there is a kind of dual response going on here – straightforward reverence for a small number of romcom greats and a kind of guilty-pleasure celebration for the stratum of standard-issue romcom product below that, which maybe isn’t all that great but nonetheless foregrounds women’s experiences in the way no other genre does?

Dear Susan,

You were one of the caretakers of my life. The moment you saw me, you recognized me as one of yours and brought me under your wing. What a big wing it was—you brought so many people under there. I found some of my best friends under your wing, where you were sheltering them, as you sheltered me. We were all lovers of that “impractical” thing, children's literature. Until I came to Simmons and met you, I didn't know there was a place where people like us could go.

I think—I hope—I told you, before you died, that I have the best job in the world for me. It's not possible to be happier about one's daily work than I am about mine. Do you know who held the lantern and lit my way to this work? I would not be here without you. You changed my life, enormously. Do you have any idea how many women and men are thinking about you right now and saying to themselves, “She changed my life?”

You were so unique. You were a person who could never, ever be mistaken for anyone else. If faced with a line of your clones, it would’ve take me the briefest glance into your expressive, thoughtful face, the slightest sound of your careful grasping for the right words, for me to know which one was you. I would recognize your hug, too. I would certainly recognize your skirts and your earrings. I think I would recognize your perfume. After I got married last summer, you surprised me at tea. (Thank you, Cathie, for arranging that marvelous surprise.) You and Cathie gave me a bouquet that contained a beautiful flower and a beautiful umbrella (because you knew how much I love umbrellas). I brought them home to Kevin. As I showed the umbrella to him, trying so hard to express how much it meant to me, I exclaimed, “It smells like Susan!”

Last weekend, I was in Vermont by myself when I got the news that you’d died. I spent the day sitting on the porch of the cabin, looking out over the mountains, watching for hummingbirds, and reading a mystery novel by A. A. Milne. But really, I was thinking about you. I wondered if you knew that A. A. Milne wrote mysteries. I bet you did know that. I would've liked to talk to you about it. The story I read was just exactly the smart, funny (and annoyingly man-centered) sort of mystery you would expect A. A. Milne to have written, though Pooh is better. I wanted to know what you would have thought of it. You would’ve offered some perspective it wouldn’t have occurred to me to have. I would’ve gone to my friends, the ones I found under your wing, and told them, “Listen to what Susan said about this mystery by A. A. Milne.” And they would've laughed, delighted, then said, “That's so Susan.”

While I was thinking about you, a hummingbird landed on my foot. It's less surprising than it sounds; I was wearing pink and red socks with flowers on them. I thought to myself, “I hate that I can't show this gift to Susan. It would have delighted her.” Like Edna St. Vincent Millay in her poem “Dirge Without Music” that was read at your service yesterday, I am not resigned to your death, and I do not approve. The best was lost when you died. “More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.”

And now I'm writing this letter because you are gone, and I don't know what else to do. How else can I express what you meant to me? I'm writing it to myself, and for all the people who loved you. I think—I hope—it helps to share grief, and to hear one's own gratitude expressed. There's no tidy way to wrap things up when someone dies, so I'm not going to try. I'll just say thank you, Susan, for that place under your wing. I love you, I miss you, and I'm not resigned. I will never, ever forget you.

Susan Parker Bloom, 1938-2019

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After New York and New Jersey, the next highest number of coronavirus infections per capita in the United States is in the Navajo Nation, the largest Indigenous reservation in the country. We go to Kayenta, Arizona, to speak with Robby Jones, a member of the Navajo Nation and the partner of one of those to die from the virus: 28-year-old Valentina Blackhorse, a beloved community leader who promoted Navajo culture and left behind a daughter named Poet.

Personally I find Morse Code incredibly romantic. What could be sweeter then a love note fashioned out of code? I was excited when I stumbled upon this video by the amazing Robert Mahar showing you how to make a morse code necklace out of little beads, just fantastic! Be sure … Continue reading →