August 23rd, 2014 | 6:00am

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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Scents conjure up times, people, and places distant from the here and now. At the heart of Kate McLean’s Sensory Maps is the power of aromas, their ability to trigger and concretize emotion and memory. McLean, born and raised in Britain, was inspired by the idea that we form our experience of place through sensory perception. She has researched, recreated, and charted the dominant scents of several cities to paint urban portraits through smell. . . . [Click here to read more]

August 22nd, 2014 | 6:00am

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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  • They used to be made of clay and metal; they were often salvaged from roller skates. Now they’re made of urethane.
  • They come in different sizes, densities, and colors. The latter is pretty much just aesthetics, but the first two criteria are important. Taller and wider wheels are typically used for skating transition—ramps, bowls, and parks. Smaller, thinner wheels are better for street skating, not least because the decreased circumference makes various “flip” tricks easier. . . . [Click here to read more]
  • Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Dan Deakin
    August 21st, 2014 | 6:00am

    Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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    Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Dan Deakin

                     I got rambling, got rambling on my mind

         

    The jagged, red confetti

    Of glass from my father’s head

    After he’d crashed the Rambler

    Station wagon coming back

    Drunk one night from a party, [Click here to read more]

    Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user KRoark
    August 20th, 2014 | 6:00am

    Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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    Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user KRoark

    The first pest to make itself known in the orchard was the stinkbug, malevolent and focused. It worked at the sap in the fruit, sucking the water from the flesh, leaving behind gnarls and distortions—catfacing, Mona heard it called, though the injured peaches she plucked from her 
trees’ branches looked nothing like a cat’s face, but more a woman’s, withered by sun. . . . [Click here to read more]

    Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user soarelui
    August 19th, 2014 | 6:00am

    Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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    Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user soarelui

    In summer’s heat we flung our worn-out sneaks

    On wires between the rosined telephone poles.

    In winter, when those wires were fringed with snow,

    Retired shoes were urban weather vanes

    That pulled this way and that on brutal winds. . . . [Click here to read more]