Say It Ain’t So: Weezer will headline cruise

The sea is rollin’ like a thousand pound keg, and Weezer is getting ready to rock the Carnival Destiny’s lido deck. The Grammy Award-winning band has just announced they will be entertaining 2,500 passengers on a 4-night sailing from Miami to Cozumel (yes, Mexico’s own ‘Island in the Sun‘) in January.

The bill also features Dinosaur Jr., with other acts including Sebadoh, Gene Ween, Wavves (how appropriate), Dave Dreiwitz, the Antlers and more. The bands will perform shows festival-style on four stages day and night, with Weezer rocking the pool deck as the ship sets off and again in the indoor main theater. Weezer fans will have a chance to get photos with the band and participate in a Q&A session.

The whole shebang was put together by Sixthman, the same company that puts on cruises featuring rock and roll acts such as Kid Rock, Lynyrd Skynrd, Lyle Lovett, Kiss, 311 and more. Prices for the Weezer Cruise, which sails from January 19 to 23rd, start at $699 per person.

[Photo by James, Wikimedia Commons]

Six roadside attractions made out of salvaged materials


The most famous example of a compulsive building project is the Winchester Mystery House, a 160-room Victorian mansion in California that was continuously under construction for 38 years. But not all people who build obsessively have the funds of a widowed gun magnate, and unlike Sarah Winchester not everyone is propelled by a need to appease spirits. Like the Winchester Mystery House, the “scrap shacks” listed below are compulsive building projects, but these roadside attractions are made mostly out of recycled materials. Most of them are considered works of folk art, and all of them have stories that are as interesting as the end result. As the saying goes, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.The World’s Largest Treehouse (aka the Treehouse Church)
Crossville, Tennessee
Built around an 80-foot white oak tree, the 10-floor treehouse pictured above is estimated to be as large as 10,000 square feet. Proprietor Horace Burgess calls it “God’s Treehouse,” and says he received his inspiration in a vision that came to him in 1993. He’s been building ever since. Most of the materials are recycled pieces of lumber (and besides the white oak, there are six other support trees), but Horace estimates he has sunk about $12,000 and 258,000 nails into the project.
Photo by Wonderdawg777, Flickr


The Paper House
Rockport, Massachusetts
In order to prove that paper makes good insulation in the 1920’s, Elis F. Stenman (a mechanical engineer) decided to built a two-room summer home entirely out of paper. Two years and 215 layers of newspaper later, the walls to the Paper House were complete and Elis moved in. Later he decided to go on and make all the furnishings and decorations out of paper, too, so the project went on until his death in 1942. Wood was used for the frame, floor and roof of the house, but everything else is made entirely out of paper donated from friends and family (it’s re-varnished from time to time for preservation purposes).
Photos by Danielle Walquist Lynch, Flickr


Tombstone House
Petersburg, Virginia
At first glance the Tombstone House looks fairly ordinary, but a closer look reveals that the house has been constructed some very unusual building blocks: the tombstones of over two thousand Union Soldiers from the Civil War. Oswald Young got his hands on the marble tombstones in 1934 after cost cutting efforts during the Great Depression forced cemetery workers to uproot the tombstones, cut off the lower portions, and lay them flat on the ground (the result was less maintenance). The bases were then sold to Young for a whopping price of $45.
Photo by Tombstone House, Facebook


Beer Can House
Houston, Texas
Ripley’s Believe It or Not estimated that over 50,000 cover the Beer Can House, a true monument to recycling. Retiree John Milkovisch started the project in 1968 when he “got sick of mowing the grass” and covered his front and back yard with concrete, inlaying thousands of marbles, rocks, and glittering metal pieces into the mix. Later, he began adding aluminum beer can siding and eventually strung garlands made of cut beer cans from the edges of the roof. Today the house is a museum.
Photo by Saturne, Flickr


Heidelberg Project
Detroit, Michigan
The Heidelberg Project is an ongoing community art project that was started by Tyree Guyton in 1986 on a block that was once home to drug dealers in Detroit, Michigan. Today, the street is filled with brightly painted houses, plus trees, cars and signs that have been turned into sculptures with the use of salvaged bikes, vacuums, stuffed animals, dolls, televisions, tires and more. Although project has faced complete destruction twice over the years, it is celebrating its 25th anniversary this year.
Photos by Michigan Municipal League, Flickr


Grandma Prisbrey’s Bottle Village
Simi Valley, CA
This folk art piece is the single handed work of Tressa “Grandma” Prisbrey, a self-taught artist. She started the project at 59 years old when she needed materials to build a privacy wall for her property but could afford very little. At its peak, Bottle Village had 23 buildings, plus shrines, walkways, sculptures and more all created from recycled bottles and other items from the local landfill. Unfortunately, the site suffered damage during the 1994 Northridge earthquake and only three buildings remain fully intact.
Photo by Laurie Avocado, Flickr

Have you seen other obsessive places while on the road? Let us know in the comments below.

Explore 9-11 app an accurate, interactive story

Coming up in September, New York’s 9/11 Memorial at the site of the former World Trade Center complex in Lower Manhattan will be open to the public. An iPhone app created by the National September 11 Memorial & Museum looks to be a great preview. Featuring a seven-stop walking tour of the area around the World Trade Center, images related to the events of 9/11 along with an interactive time-line of the day’s events and aftermath, the Explore 9/11 app tells an accurate, interactive story.

A seven-stop walking tour of the area around the World Trade Center, accompanied by audio and photo narration tells events of the day and its aftermath by first responders, rescue workers, volunteers, and those who lived and worked in Lower Manhattan on 9/11. While the walking tour takes place in Lower Manhattan, the tour content is accessible to users anywhere.

Images related to the events of 9/11 and their aftermath relate to wherever users happen to be in the area. Photos may be viewed in Augmented Reality-technology mode which overlays images on the camera view. All photos were contributed to the museum through 911history.org, a collection of stories, videos, and photos submitted by people who experienced 9/11 charged to remember and honor the thousands of innocent men, women, and children murdered by terrorists in the attacks of February 26, 1993 and September 11, 2001.
The Explore 9 11 app also features an interactive timeline of the day’s events and aftermath including links to witness photos taken during these time blocks.

The app can operate in an offline mode for non-U.S. visitors who have disabled data roaming. In this mode, all tour content is still accessible. The app includes a map of free WiFi hotspots near the tour route for downloading “Explore” photos from the vicinity.

For more information on the 9/11 Memorial visit 911memorial.org.



The n-word, the g-word and the hidden perils of travel

Living in Spain, I get a lot of questions about the United States. One of the most common, and certainly the most disturbing, is if it’s OK to use the N-word.

Let me just say from the outset that I think the term “N-word” is silly. By using it you immediately think of the word I’m trying not to say so, in a sense, I’ve actually said it. On the other hand, if I actually used the word n—–, Gadling would fire my ass, and they’d be right to.

N—– is getting more and more common on American TV shows that get broadcast here. The Wire uses it in almost every scene. Most Spaniards realize it’s a bad word, but are confused to hear it used on TV by whites and blacks alike. I’ve had to explain on more than one occasion that it hasn’t become OK. At least it isn’t OK with this white boy. I don’t think it’s OK for black people to use either, but they’re probably not interested in my opinion.

Now anybody with two brain cells to rub together knows TV isn’t reality, but if you’ve never been to a country before, TV is probably the main way you know about it. The average European has spent far more time watching American TV than talking to actual Americans. Like the guy I met in a bar who was about to go to the U.S. for the first time and used n—— during our conversation. He wasn’t a racist, he just thought the word was OK now. I’m glad I got to talk to him before he got his butt kicked.

I had a similar experience when I spent two months living in Harar, Ethiopia. I was researching a book on Ethiopian history and kept coming across a name for a tribe called the G—-. This word appears in many English-language books about Ethiopia, including many modern ones. One day I was chewing qat with my friend Mohammed Jami Guleid (harartourguide @gmail.com) a local guide and historian, in a small village near Harar. Casually I asked him, “Who are the G—-?”

Mohammed gave me a look like I had just farted in a mosque.”Where did you hear that word?” he asked in a low voice.

“It’s in a lot of books. Some mentioned that the G—- live around Harar.”

“We’re in an Oromo village!” he said, eyes wide.

“So?” I said, confused.

Mohammed shook his head and explained, “It’s an old term for Oromo given to them by the Emperor Menelik. Don’t use it. It’s very insulting. It’s the most insulting thing you can say.”

So insulting, in fact, that I’m not writing it here. Of course, Gadling wouldn’t fire me for using the G-word because the Oromo don’t have any political power in the United States, but respect is respect.

Menelik conquered Harar in 1887 and proceeded to starve the surrounding Oromo clans into submission. About half the population died. Needless to say, the Oromo don’t think very highly of Menelik, even though he’s a hero to many other Ethiopians because he smashed the Italian army at the Battle of Adowa in 1896. Different people see history differently because they experienced it differently. Something to remember the next time Black History Month rolls by.

So when preparing for a trip, it’s important to do your homework and understand the different ethnic groups in that country, otherwise you may inadvertently cause offense by saying something you heard on television, or in my case read in a bunch of history books written by people who should have known better!

If you’re going to Ethiopia and are worried about the G-word, drop me a line privately and I’ll fill you in on the word you can’t say. And if you write out the full word for n—– or G—- in the comments section, I’ll delete it as soon as I see it.

[Photo of Ice-T, who uses the n-word waaaaay too much, is courtesy Steve Rapport]

Six Reasons to Love the Outer Banks


You’ve seen the stickers. White ovals, with the trio of letters “OBX,” an American riff on European nationality decals, they’re a sign of allegiance to the Outer Banks of North Carolina. I always found them annoying: How could some mid-Atlantic beach really be that wonderful? And why would you want to brag about your vacation on the back of your car?

Turning onto the beach road in Kill Devil Hills, with the dunes to my left, houses on stilts looking out over the water and kids slowly pedaling cruiser bikes, the reason became apparent. The Outer Banks are so wonderful, you can’t help but evangelize on their behalf. Here are six reasons why.

Traveling the American Road – Exploring the Birthplace of Aviation


The history: This is where aviation got its start, when Orville and Wilbur Wright finally got their Flyer into the air for a series of short trips on December 17, 1903. The site, commonly called Kitty Hawk but now in the incorporated city of Kill Devil Hills, is a protected national memorial, administered by the National Park Service. For just $4 a person, you can run along the actual path of the first powered flights in human history. Wilbur’s longest ride lasted 59 seconds; it took me 48 seconds to run the 852 feet.

The beach: It’s not the widest beach I’ve ever seen, but the Outer Banks offers miles of uninterrupted strands along the Atlantic. Because the barrier islands here are so narrow, you’re never more than a few minutes from the water. Don’t leave your rental house or hotel without a swimsuit.

The lighthouses: For a place known as the Graveyard of the Atlantic for all its shipwrecks, there are plenty of lighthouses to see. The most famous is on Cape Hatteras, a black-and-white tower that tops 200 feet. It’s open for climbs in season, as are others like the Currituck Beach and Ocracoke lighthouses.

The activities: One reason the Wright Brothers chose the Outer Banks for their experiments in flight is the area’s consistent ocean breezes. Those same winds make for excellent kite surfing, parasailing and even hang gliding. Kitty Hawk Kites is the leader in teaching visitors to hang glide in a single day at Jockey’s Ridge State Park, where sand dunes provide soft landings for students.

The people: I was fortunate enough to stay with the parents of a friend of a friend, a family that’s lived in Kill Devil Hills for 31 years. In a house built on stilts, and listing slightly from hurricane damage, my hosts shared stories of the place and its cast of characters-over beers pulled from an ice-filled cooler on their screened-in porch. For dinner, soft-shell crabs were fried in a pot of hot oil and served along side the best fried green tomatoes I’ve ever tasted. When I said I couldn’t thank them enough for the hospitality, they asked why I couldn’t just stay another night.

The ring toss: My hosts introduced me to ring toss. It’s not the carnival game but a test of dexterity that involves swinging a small metal loop tied to a string across the lawn to a hook mounted on a tree. It’s by turns infuriating and magical and maddeningly addictive. I’d seen it once before, in Maine, but not with the ubiquity it has in the Outer Banks. A trip here without it wouldn’t be complete.