Mike Barish
New York, NY, USA - http://www.twitter.com/mikebarish
Mike Barish is a freelance writer living in New York City. His travels always involve strange foods, plenty of whiskey and sporting events. He tends to overpack.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 23rd, 2009 at 1:00PM
Over a year ago,
I reviewed the SkyRest Travel Pillow for SkyMall Monday. It was the fourth product ever to get the SkyMall Monday treatment. In retrospect, it should have been first, as it is perhaps the
most iconic SkyMall product ever. You proved that in our SkyMall Monday
reader poll by voting it
the Gadling reader favorite. In response to your overwhelming support of the SkyRest Travel Pillow, I vowed to give it a proper hands-on review. And I am proud to say that I have done just that. Earlier this month, I flew from LaGuardia to Ft. Lauderdale with the SkyRest to see just how comfortable it is. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a very special SkyMall Monday. Here is my actual review of the SkyRest Travel Pillow.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 16th, 2009 at 1:00PM

I lost my meat today. It's gone. Don't mourn its loss. No, this is no time for sorrow. When a man's meat is pilfered by a no-good poacher, well, that there's a time for revenge. Time spent cryin' is time spent dyin'. That's what my grandpappy used to say. He was shot in the head while cryin'. Damn shame. But back to my meat. I reckon my neighbor done gone and pilfered it. I can't be having meat just up and disappearin' from the SkyMall Monday
headquarters ranch. I'm gonna up and get me a posse and we're gonna show that varmint a thing or two about manners. You can't take a man's meat and not expect consequences. He has my meat and that meat will be my meat again by sundown tomorrow. He'll see that when you mess with a man's meat, you mess with his biggest organ. I'm talking, of course, about his soul. That's the heart of a man's meat. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, right, my missing meat. Yeah, I can't have my neighbor thinking he can just take my meat and claim it as his meat. So, from now on, I'm going to make sure that every man, woman and child knows that my meat belongs to me and me alone. How am I gonna do that? Ha, I'm a rascally cowpoke. I went down to the
general store SkyMall catalog and purchased me one of them there customized
Branding Irons.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 9th, 2009 at 1:00PM

I keep myself safely secluded in the SkyMall Monday headquarters. It's built inside a mountain, under several hundred feet of granite, in a secure and secret location. This protects me from the fearsome animals that I now assume rule the Earth. While I fear all wildlife and assume that they are out to get me (and/or my Lucky Charms), I do enjoy their decorative properties. But how can I take advantage of the aesthetic qualities of our furry, feathered and scaled friends without being bitten, constricted or dry humped? Taxidermy is expensive and requires first killing animals before they have a chance to kill me. That seems not only difficult but likely to involve unseemly people who peddle in taxidermy and will most certainly make me uncomfortable. That leaves only one viable option for harnessing the majestic beauty of creatures both real, imagined and extinct: lawn ornaments. Lawn ornaments tell everyone in your neighborhood that you're classy and bored. But where can I satiate my appetite for animal lawn ornaments? Who would have such a buffet of faux-fauna? Who could possibly...oh, come on, you know the answer to these questions. It's
SkyMall's time to shine! Leave your tranquilizer darts and nets at home. You won't need them on this safari. Simply pack your imagination and obliviousness to your tacky sense of style. We're hunting wild lawn ornaments.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 6th, 2009 at 11:30AM
Queenstown is a seemingly quaint town that resides in the shadow of the Southern Alps on New Zealand's South Island. Walking its streets, one could easily mistake it for Boulder, Colorado. But like the American town that it resembles, Queenstown's quiet appearance belies an adventurous spirit that pervades the people and activities that make this hamlet a popular tourist destination all year round. I spent roughly 36 hours in Queenstown and was consistently amazed by its natural beauty and friendly population.
How does a town of 10,000 people become a mecca for tourists? The proximity to some of New Zealand's best ski fields certainly helps. But Queenstown is also the self-proclaimed "jet boat capital of the world" and the birthplace of commercial bungee jumping operations. For adrenaline junkies, Queenstown is a playground for the imagination.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 5th, 2009 at 1:30PM
The thought of hiking a glacier evokes images of arctic expeditions involving months of travel and thousands of dollars worth of gear. You don't expect anyone to ever describe a trip to a glacier as "convenient" or the hike as "leisurely." But leave it to New Zealand to do everything differently, including seemingly arduous outdoor activities. New Zealand's Fox Glacier is one of the world's most accessible glaciers and provides an opportunity for adventurers of varying aptitudes to explore one of nature's disappearing wonders.
Fox Glacier is a mere ten minute drive from the local township and a few hundred meters from the car park that has been built for visitors. And since it resides within Westland National Park, it's free for anyone who wants to come and take a gander. But if you want to truly experience the glacier by hiking on its icy terrain, your best bet is to hire a guide, strap on some crampons and get out there with the proper gear and supervision.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 5th, 2009 at 11:00AM
Yesterday, Annie posted a top ten list about
why road trips suck. I was shocked and appalled, to say the least. After reading her piece and discussing it with folks on
Twitter, I deduced that Annie didn't really hate road trips. She hated long car rides. There's a distinction and it's an important one. Road trips make the journey the adventure. The act of being in the car, seeing the sights and not having to rush becomes your trip. The destination is secondary. Long car rides are just attempts at saving money or avoiding a confrontation with your fear of flying. They're utilitarian and should not be confused with what you and I consider a true road trip. Road trips should be celebrated. To all of you whimsical travelers who have ever made a mix tape specifically for a road trip (and still nostalgically listen to it today as an iTunes playlist), this one's for you.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 4th, 2009 at 11:30AM
Railway travel just isn't what it used to be. Gone are the fastidiously dressed conductors checking their pocket watches before yelling, "All aboard!" Gone, too, are the eager young porters loading trunks into the luxury cars of well-heeled travelers. It's the era of air travel and checked baggage fees, and we may all be worse off because of it. Sure. you can still take trains domestically and abroad, but rail travel has become antiquated and overlooked. However, those with a sense of adventure and a desire to slow things down can still find railway trips that not only get you to your desired location, but do so while enhancing your trip. One such journey exists on the South Island of New Zealand. All aboard the TranzAlpine railway.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 3rd, 2009 at 11:30AM
With a population of around 1.5 million people, Auckland is no bustling metropolis. Heck, it's not even the capital of New Zealand (go ahead,
look it up - I'll wait). It is, however, the country's largest city and the hub for most international flights coming into the country. For Americans flying from Los Angeles and San Francisco, it is their first taste of Kiwi culture (though not
kiwi birds). While it's a small city, there is plenty to do in and around Auckland if you know where to look. I recently made my second trip to City of Sails and was reminded of how quirky it can be and amazed at the natural beauty that exists just outside the the city limits.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 2nd, 2009 at 5:30PM

Earlier today,
we ran a poll asking readers if they prefer their GPS devices to have a male or female voice? Andy Murdock, an astute reader,
left us a comment pointing out that Bob Dylan is in negotiations to
voice a GPS unit. Sure, Dylan's a music legend and an icon, but is his voice conducive to getting me from Point A to Point B?
I've seen Dylan in concert. I would consider myself a fan. I've understood about six words I've heard him speak in interviews. He sounds like he keeps marbles in his mouth. I need my GPS to sound clear and keep me advised of my route. The last thing I need is Bob Dylan warbling, "The speed limits they are a changin'," as I approach a school zone.
This news did get me thinking, though. What celebrities would I want to voice my GPS? Eartha Kitt would be amusing. And everything is better when voiced by Morgan Freeman.
Christopher Walken does a great Lady Gaga, but not sure he could spit out turn-by-turn directions quickly enough for my taste.
Different strokes for different folks, I suppose. Having Bob Dylan tell you to turn left is a good idea for someone. But it ain't me, babe.
What celebrity would you want to voice your GPS? Leave us a comment below.
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♣Tigerlily ♣.
by Mike Barish (RSS feed) on Nov 2nd, 2009 at 3:00PM

I've been in plenty of cars on several continents that had GPS units. I've heard robotic male Aussies instruct me through a roundabout and seductive French women tell me to U-turn in 300 meters. And for giggles, I've set the devices to Chinese, Portuguese and several other languages that I do not speak or understand simply to hear them come out of a tiny box mounted on my windshield. But, at the end of the day, I need to hear my directions in English and I like to hear them dictated in a woman's voice (particularly one with a sensual British accent). I'm not sure what that says about me, but it's the truth.
What about you? Do you set your GPS to a male or female voice? Vote in our poll and explain your preference in the comments below.
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Jimmy_Joe.
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