In Dumbo late last week, before the weather turned.
THE NATIONAL RADIO QUIET ZONE - WEST VIRGINIA
The difference between quiet and silent is vast.
There are no signs to mark your entrance into the weird airspace that is the National Radio Quiet Zone. Wending through the Alleghenies, the omnipresent bleeps and bloops coming from that smartphone in your pocket are the first to go. Next is the radio fading from your stereo, leaving nothing but static. Finally, aboveground power lines disappear as gas stations with analog, rolling numbers at their pumps proliferate.
Though a world away in many senses, visiting the NRQZ isn’t physically difficult. It was specifically chosen for its unique topographical isolation, paired with a relative proximity to major cities and knowledge centers; it’s far away enough to count, but not so removed as to be unuseful.
Plane shadows at JFK airport in #NYC. #dispatchfrom design director @mrwilley. (at JFK Internatioinal Airport)
- Alexander: among my friends, I declare you "likeliest to have a thermos of coffee"
- me: [looks contemplatively at the harbor as steam rises from mug]
- Alexander: HAHAHAH