The industrial Dogpatch address of the 5,000-square-foot warehouse-cum-atelier of interior designer Jonathan Rachman has little bearing on the world within this space. The studio doubles as a scrapbook for the Sumatran-born designer, brimming, as it is, with a rotating collection of treasures brought back from annual pilgrimages to Europe and, of course, his native Indonesia.
After an R&D trip with Ryan Farr (4505 Meats) to check out barbecue in Kansas City and the Carolinas, Lee took the helm as chef at Smokestack, the counter-service restaurant coming soon to Magnolia Brewery’s Dogpatch location.
Austin is spawning more than its fair share of tech lodestars, transforming this quirky city on the banks of the Colorado River into a start-up scene–nicknamed Silicon Hills—that even Bay Area entrepreneurs could envy. The first Bitcoin ATMs in the United States landed downtown in March, and California companies such as Dropbox and Websense are ramping up local operations. In town to scout a start-up at the Capital Factory incubator? Take the weekend to see what all the fuss is about.
Why do you return to Dublin so often?” people ask.
A few years ago, I won a playwriting prize that came with a nice check. I said to my wife, “Let’s take a trip.” I hadn’t been to Ireland since the 20th century, when I carried a Eurail Pass and backpack and stayed in a hostel for £2 a night and wandered the streets of what was then one of Europe’s poorest cities.
A young man wearing a Britney Spears T-shirt tucked into a red longyi (wraparound skirt) poked at a tree with a 20-foot pole. I’d been in the dust of central Burma all day, traveling between ancient temples on a rickety bike, but this sight caught my interest.
“This owl—no good,” he explained in English. “It made my mom sick.”
You’d never know it from the tempestuous surf, nosebleed-high coastal bluffs and chilly, decidedly un-Serengeti-like wind gusts, but giraffes live happily on the Mendocino Coast—for our purposes, a wildly scenic 35-mile stretch of shore that extends from the town of Mendocino to Point Arena—along with some of their fellow endangered African ungulates (the greater kudu, Grevy’s zebra, and the sable antelope).
For some, Mexico City comes with a warning label. When I posted on Facebook that I was going, my sister emailed me an article about beheadings. A tennis pal cautioned me to take only radio-controlled taxis, to avoid the risk of being taken for a metaphorical (and literal) ride.