In the 1770s, America was a relatively low tech, agrarian society, but as you can see from the list below, all that was about to change. So here, for your Independence Day reading pleasure, are the seven hottest tech trends circa 1776.
Many Americans never discover their American identity until they befriended non-Americans. I am one of those many. This is my story of patriotic discovery that began back when I wanted nothing to do with America and ended in the international corridor of my university.
In order to assemble our ranking of the world's best cities for pizza, we took a look at major cities throughout the world, especially ones that attracted lots of Italian immigrants, and sized up their pizza scene.
Instead of spending the morning thinking about the barbecue I was going to, or how thankful I was that my father immigrated to the only country i've ever called home -- I thought about how I was going to get profiled at Newark airport.
Growing up, Rocket Pops were my favorite summer treat. They're juicy, they're refreshing -- but they're also filled with a long list of unnecessary ingredients. So I've made a fruit-heavy, lightly sweetened treat that you will enjoy all summer long -- starting with the Fourth of July.
The next time you're in a coffee shop, don't overlook that 70-year-old sitting in the corner reading Dickens, Hemmingway, or maybe even a copy of The Transhumanist Wager. That senior citizen with their years of wisdom and experience might soon be fair game for a love interest.
The time is now. I ask this Fourth of July, when grilling those hotdogs on the back porch or lighting fireworks, you take a moment to think about a course of action on how we can make this country better.
The upper left hand corner of the United States is a magical place. Here, backyards butt up against ancient forests, waterfalls, and glacier-capped volcanoes. Bald eagles circle over organic coffee shops, and coastal residents text each other when a whale pod swims through the local channel.
The Fourth of July, the day we celebrate American independence, always makes me remember the old Saturday Evening Post magazine with its cover paintings of idyllic American life. Last month -- on June 3, to be precise -- I believe I actually lived one of those covers.