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One summer I was in Massachusetts, and on a whim decided to go hiking alone up a small mountain. I felt mostly prepared, but the only shoes I had with me were black Bruno Magli loafers.
I haven’t had jellyfish in a long time, but my interest in them was recently revitalized. Because there is a new species: an amazing creature called the winged jellyfish.
The oceans, I can tell you, are so vast that any little bird would surely drown if it were to attempt such a journey alone, but this brave little bird was able to touch every inch of the globe, both on land and on sea.
They tell me I had turned my head just in time to see the whale’s tail slip back into the sea as if to wave goodbye, and I said, “I think I recognize that whale.”
What started as dissatisfaction with the shape and cloudiness of common ice cubes evolved over three years into an opus of custom refrigeration, liquid gas handling, ice sculpture lessons, and… an unfortunate jellyfish incident we don’t talk about.