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You tell me what skyline this is and I’ll take you there. [via them thangs]
About two and a half hours northwest of Stockholm is a grouping of mossy huts called Kolarbyn. Pretty tough to call it an eco “resort” - it’s the kind of place where your clothes smell of smoke from the food you cook yourself - but a halo seems to rest over it, dousing the glade in filtered sun while the trees creak contentedly. All this for about $50. Check out the hut’s inside. And you can take a wolf howling tour!
[big photo gallery] [tantalizing blog post] [via notcot]
This one’s called Europe According to the United States of America (click for large). But there are others! …According to Italy. Bulgaria. Gay Men. Poor Finland - everyone knows them for cell phones.
[Full set] [via this isn’t happiness]
Condé Nast Traveler has compiled some luxe destinations where you can, at top dollar, sleep outside. In many of these places I’d be worried about snakes whose venom could melt the skin off your hand. It’s a new and inviting strand of decor though. [via Cool Hunting]
Geotagging in photos begets streams of geodata. Where to put it? Eric Fischer has mapped major cities all over the world and pinned a red dot for each photo taken by a tourist and a blue dot for each local’s shot. Yellow dots mean a photo of indeterminate yokelism.
It gets interesting when the maps get large. The locals are loyal in Vancouver. Not so much in Vegas. [via]
Click through for a Times interactive panel of bizarre signs, most of which are an array of the phenomenon known respectfully as “Chinglish”.
Orbital bulbs in the Muhammed Ali mosque, Cairo, via.
A rambling Mexican colonial on the chirring hillside above San Miguel de Allende. Look close - that’s a hammock over a swimming pool. Why’ve we never thought of this? Anyway, check out this fireplace. And this bathroom. And the size of the bugs they must kill in the backyard - all for $800K. Click through for full Times slideshow.
There’s always curiosity… I generally run for the hills when these guys come calling! [via]
… those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past & future pleasure but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.
So quoth the book, via this isn’t happiness and Richard Diver’s Twitter.