Feature photo by Flickmor. Photo above by teresia.A one on one interview with Jewish author Benyamin Cohen about his book “My Jesus Year: A Rabbi’s Son Wanders the Bible Belt in Search of His Own Faith”Ask Benyamin Cohen, and you’ll find that there’s a 50/50 chance you’re putting on your shoes in the wrong way.
When I asked him about the trail below, my mountain bike guide and new riding partner in Cuzco, Juan Carlos, told me, “Hay perros ahí abajo, no les pongas atención y pegales duro si molestan!”(You’ll run into some dogs down there, but just try to ignore them and kick them hard if they follow you!) I told him to go first and I’d follow.
You think you’re the next Carrie Bradshaw / Jonathan Ames / Andy Warhol / Jay-Z.You are not as cool as any of those people. Get it out of your system because unless you’re famous already, there’s a 99.9 chance no one in New York is going to care about who you are. Those characters and famous figures are awesome role models, but honestly, just be yourself — try and remember that New York City is one of the only places in the world that openly accepts everyone, no matter how weird / drunk / JAPPY / yuppie or otherwise you are.
While budtender Mark “Buddy” Buddemeyer answers the phone, I check out the Dube Tubes, Zig Zag rolling papers, Cheech and Chong lighters, Clear Eyes drops, and other impulse-buy items near the register at Alma, Colorado’s High Country Healing II. A mason jar, which could be part of any county fair’s peach canning collection, holds buds of “Grape Ape,” the marijuana strain that took second place at the 2010 Aspen Cannabis Cup.
This post was produced in partnership with our friends at Black Book Travel. Read our interview with the company’s co-founder and shaman guide, Jon Rasmussen.1ArmeniaArmenia was the first nation to adopt Christianity as its state religion, in 301 AD, and ever since it has been a fierce protector of both its spiritual beliefs and holy sites.
AT AUSCHWITZ, Dad and I walk along a rutted path. A metal sign above the entrance reads: ARBEIT MACHT FREI. I wonder if the camp Grandma survived was like this. Dad tells me we’ve been here before, some time around when the Berlin Wall fell, when I was a boy and we lived in Poland. I don’t remember it.
A few days before I arrived in India for the first time, a young Indian woman was tortured and gang raped by six Indian men in the nation’s capital, setting off a massive wave of protests.As I read about this awful story, I was reminded of two novels that had inspired my trip to India: A Passage to India by E.
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