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Humza Deas Scales New Heights For “F8 and Be There”

Move over, Margaret Burke-White. There’s room on that girder for a new generation of daredevil photographers who will take any risk to get the shot. Humza Deas started climbing bridges and skyscrapers in New York City for the adrenalin rush and street creds, documenting his feats with selfies of his shoes. Think of him as a new kind of vertical flaneur, soaring rather than strolling, with a rarefied perspective on the street. Instead of Life Magazine, Instagram is his platform. Now he’s beginning to parlay social media fame into a paying gig. Continue reading






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A Call to Judge from Spoken Word in Paris: “Writers Get Violent – Le Match de Boxe”

A blind flaneur wanders into some preposterous situations from time to time. With a website like this one, preposterous situations also find him. This morning I was thrilled by an invitation to be a judge at the Writers Get Violent boxing match on Thursday night in Paris. Alas, I am in the States today, and I don’t know how I could get it together to cross the pond just now. Break my heart!






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Laredo Loses Its Last Bookstore

When I heard an NPR story this morning about the closing of the one and only bookstore in Laredo, Texas, a city with a quarter million inhabitants, I was heartened anew by the fact that my humble village of 4,000 has three bookstores. And I can walk to any of them in less than five minutes. That’s the flaneur’s definition of a walkable, readable neighborhood.






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Listening for The First Song of Spring

After 12 days of snow cover and subfreezing temperatures, I’ll take any sign I can get that spring will come. I heard it just before daybreak this morning in the song of a Carolina wren. It’s been around all year, of course, and I hear its call notes every day. But today it sang its strident territorial song for the first time this winter. It’s singing a week earlier than I expected.






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Sesame Street Turns 40 Today, & “L” Is Still Swell

The flaneur knows that an interesting street can be an art gallery, a library, a classroom. Even the representation of a street on television has possibilities for children whose overprotective parents won’t let them walk down the real thing. So … Continue reading






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