The biggest gap is in Los Angeles, which has the lowest conventional carrot prices.  The smallest gap is in San Francisco, which has the lowest organic carrot prices.  Why, I wonder, are conventional carrots $2/unit more in Boston than Philadelphia?

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The cord around the topknot is distinctive: it looks like Gandharan bodhisattva hairdos to me, perhaps representing Maitreya. The urna with the eight (presumably) jewels is likewise distinctive. More than anything, to me it looks like someone’s portrait, with the prominent nose and the jutting chin.

The excavation report itself (and details, .pdf) are worth reading.  Besides the spectacular wooden wells (the excavation of which is really exemplary), the sites yielded the usual LBK pottery and cultivated crops.  These include emmer and einkorn wheat, lentils, and peas; but also plenty of poisonous black henbane, a nasty plant which was either used in small quantities as a psychoactive agent (Germans were putting witches to death up until the middle ages for using henbane in gruit for flavoring beer) or as a medicine.

This map is a little bit confusing, but worth the effort.  The four time bands are an attempt to date the spread of the LBK toolkit.  The coloring is an attempt to illustrate one of the prevalent theories about the spread of the LBK — their association with a particular landscape, fertile loess, a type of rich, dust-like soil composed of wind-blown sand and silt.  The sites referred to in the article are numbers 5,6,8, and 9 on the map.  The general aim, then, is to show the spread from east to west on a particular soil type, of this LBK material culture.

There are different kinds of travel — for leisure, for work, alone, with a group, with family, domestic, international, and so on.  The ‘travel’ here for me is business travel in the US.  Flight-connection-flight-car rental-hotel-conference room-hotel-conference room-hotel-flight-connection-flight.  That’s a very standard pattern, but quite different from, say, a family going on vacation or a grandmother going to visit her grandchildren.

Although I’ve lost my hard-won mileage status, which is painful, I was super excited to discover that I’m on a trusted traveler list for the TSA now.  My boarding pass gets flagged and I’m directed to a separate line; I don’t have to take my shoes or my belt off, I don’t have to assume the position for the ion beam particle accelerator transporter machine.  I just put my bags on the conveyor belt and walk through a metal detector.  Its fast and simple and not very humiliating.  (The first time it happened, of course, I thought I was getting pulled aside for “special screening” which I assumed was going to be along the lines of A Clockwork Orange.)  It’s only available in a few airports, including LAX.

There’s no getting around the fact that travel in the US, at least the kind I’m describing, is stressful.  There’s the hurry-up-and-wait rhythm of racing to catch connections and then enduring mysterious delays.

But the stress is compounded by the high load factors that airlines are running; full planes are hard on passengers.  I know this is obvious; I think it is the single most important factor for my comfort on a flight.

I like legroom and I like good service and I like new planes and all that.  But for me the critical difference between a comfortable flight and a cramped exhausting experience is how full the plane is, the load factor.  If all the seats are taken that means that, in coach, I’m going to be sitting next to at least one person and two if I’m unlucky enough to get a middle seat.  A long flight in coach with an empty middle seat is fine.  Put someone in that seat and the decreased pitch, the torn seat pocket, the crappy in-flight service, the lack of overhead storage — all of that is magnified.  I know we’re never going to go back to the days of flights that were empty enough to stretch out in economy in three or four seats across, but if we are going to assume full planes all the time it might be worth adding enough storage for everyone’s carry-ons.  Just sayin’.

Another structural factor that adds to the stress of travel is the atrocious state of our airports.  Our major international hubs — Atlanta, Chicago, JFK, LAX, etc. — ought to be impressive and efficient and beautiful.  Instead they’re strictly embarrassing.  The contrast coming or going from another international airport — Schipol, Hong Kong, Sydney, Munich, etc. — is dramatic and not in our favor.  US airports are crowded and dingy and confusing.  (Honorable mention here for Heathrow, which is US-grade bad. Pip pip!)

I recently dropped my mom off at LAX, an airport I know as well as any another.  We parked and walked across the road on a pedestrian overpass.  Before we got to the entrance for departures, we ran into a line that extended onto the overpass.  So we stood outside on this dismal, worn out old bridge with wire fencing waiting for… something.  I didn’t know what.  There were TSA agents checking IDs, but we got shepherded downstairs to another line eventually, and then back upstairs.  Everyone we dealt with was really kind and helpful, including the poor TSA agents.  Several United employees went out of their way to help us, and in human ways, not just robotically performing their jobs.

But from my mother’s perspective, it was a total chaotic disaster, because the process was confusing and nerve-wracking and there were oceans of people and endless snaking lines.  Plus, the whole thing had a jury-rigged feeling to it that doesn’t inspire confidence.  Someone arriving for a flight ought to ascend a staircase or walk through an arch into a light-filled space or something more along the lines of Grand Central Station (a high hurdle, I admit) rather than the Port Authority.  Especially, I think, for infrequent travelers, a clearly thought out and obvious circulation pattern is essential for a big airport.  Frequent flyers will adjust, but I think airports need to be designed for the first time flyer.

One element that has improved the travel experience is the availability of consumer tools for mobile devices.  I pay for TripIt Pro on my iPhone and I think its money well spent.  Before I travel, I send my itinerary to my TripIt account and it tracks flights and car rentals and hotels for me.  When my flight lands, it sends me a text message that shows up as soon as I turn my phone on: “Your flight has landed at Gate B-27; you have 45 minutes until your next flight which leaves from Gate A-14.”  It’s fantastic.  It’s also a single place for me to keep all my travel information; I’ve used it not only for business travel but also to plan moderately complicated family vacations.  I also like GateGuru and SeatGuru and Kayak and TripAdvisor and FlightTrack (I have the Pro edition), but TripIt is my one must-have travel app.

What I haven’t found, though, is the perfect travel briefcase.

The building style that he developed, on Maui and elsewhere, did not harken back to New England or some other imaginary place, but was instead distinctively Hawaiian. I believe that Dickey (1871-1942) did more than any one other person to shape what we think of as a distinctively Hawaiian architecture.

He worked in Hawaii in two phases; first for ten years after graduating from MIT in 1895 and then — after fifteen years in the San Francisco Bay area — for another twenty years until his death. Probably his most famous buildings are in Oakland and Honolulu (including the town hall, the beautiful Halekulani Hotel and Punahou School buildings), but he built a surprising number of buildings on his home island, too, including a fair number upcountry. An incomplete list includes Wailuku Elementary, on High Street in the middle of Wailuku, the Bank of Hawaii building in Kahului, the Wailuku Library (and the building across the street, along with several private houses nearby) in Wailuku, the Baldwin Memorial Church in Paia, a wonderful building, and the old Maui High School, now demolished, which was on Holomua Road in Hamakuapoko between Haiku and Paia.

Dickey’s Kula San is located upcountry in Keokea, between Kula and Ulapalakua. It’s an extended care hospital, formerly a “sanitarium”, that now employs a couple of hundred people, making it a significant part of the upcountry economy. To get there you go out on the lower Kula highway towards Tedeschi Vinyards and Ulapalakua Ranch and make a left just after Keokea Park and the “town center” of Keokea.  You make another left almost immediately, up the hillside towards Kula San.  There are great views both mauka (up, towards the mountain) and makai (down, towards the sea).

Kula San is set in a beautiful location with spectacular views and has a very down-home atmosphere; it doesn’t feel so much like a hospital as a big home. It opened in 1909 as a hospital for tuberculosis patients and now is underutilized as an extended-care facility for elderly and disabled patients. There are usually old people wandering around, and the staff bring their kids after school. There is also a small emergency clinic, I guess for people from Ulapalakua Ranch and Kaupo Ranch. It’s worth visiting, I think, to see the imposing building in the incredible location; the setting just cannot be beat.

One of my favorite private homes on the island is the Kula San director’s house, which is hidden away on the righthand side of the road up to the clinic. It’s a gorgeous little gem of a house and I’ve always suspected Dickey designed it, too.

For certain, he was the architect of the Hui No’eau (aka Kaluanui or the Harry Baldwin estate).  A “hui” is a group or organization, often an extended family, that gets together for some purpose. For example, you might get a hui together to purchase a plot of land or to build a memorial monument. The Hui, as its known, is one of the leading arts foundation on the island, with a focus on arts education. They have a small gallery with good, rotating exhibits but the Maui Arts and Cultural Center down in Kahului has larger exhibition space. I like it primarily for the main building, called Kaluanui, which is a stucco Italianate villa set in beautiful peaceful grounds. Built in 1917 for Harry Baldwin (one of Dickey’s kamaʻāina relatives), one of his descendants donated the house to the Hui in 1976. It’s one of a series of gorgeous mansions built upcountry for the plantation owners, and one of the few that are open to the public.

The Hui is located on Baldwin Avenue, which runs from the skenky windsurfing hippy town of Paia on the coast up to the skenky hippy town of Makawao upcountry, through pipeapple plantations. Baldwin Avenue, in my estimation, is one of the most beautiful roads in the world.

Seabury Hall is another large upcountry estate, now a private high school. Dickey designed the main building; some of the later buildings on the school grounds look like they were designed by Mike Brady.