Past the white stacks of concrete caravans called Spellman Hall, past its triangular bluffs and through its white canyon path, past Pablo Picasso’s cubist totem pole…
Most people think Boulder is a ski-town. They are probably right. But in fifty years, I would not be surprised to hear that most people think Boulder is the Shangri-La of the fifty states. Can you imagine Lhasa transfigured into … Read More
Since the turn of the twentieth century, admission into America’s most elite colleges has always been a straightforward matter of selling out. The days when pure wit garnered fresh high school graduates passage into the academic aristocracy have faded like … Read More
I remember being told as a kid that whales could speak to one another from across the planet. They could do this by singing in a very deep voice whose immense vibrations were strong enough to push past the deep … Read More
After her father escaped the October Revolution, and after her parents fled deeper into Poland from the Russian Invasion of 1920, Magdalena Abakanowicz was born. At the age of nine she saw the Third Reich sink its talons into her … Read More