Browse - Feeds
 
 
Results

Author Charles Bethea

  • Charles Bethea

    Editorial Contributor

    Charles Bethea is, as his paternal grandmother boasts, a fifth-generation Atlantan. Raised in Ansley Park, he now lives in Buckhead, though he's always talking about moving somewhere cool, like Cabbagetown. He likes writing about lots of things, but especially sports, adventure, and death. His work has appeared in the New Yorker, Rolling Stone, Wired, and Outside magazine, about subjects ranging from Barack Obama's e-mail address to whether or not humans can outrun pronghorn antelope. In 2011, he won the City and Regional Magazine Association award for reporting for his piece on Final Exit Network and was nominated for a James Beard Award.

 

An artist's unlikely inspiration: Walmart

Brendan O'Connell has a single subject and a singular mission

Brendan O’Connell is painting bananas. Not particularly impressive specimens, either. They sit bunched and bruised beside his twelve-by-sixteen-inch canvas, which is balanced on a shopping cart at the front of a Walmart store in Tucker. Read More

Yoga with the chattiest person I know

Silence is foldin'

Most of us have someone in our lives with a particularly pronounced chatter problem, to whom we may have prescribed yoga. That's certainly true of my mother, the hardest working and least mellow person I know. She needs yoga. It's obvious. And so do I. Read More

Seeing orange at a new gym

Banking on the power of color and heart.

Wrapped around my torso using a strap that presses directly against the skin, the monitor was slightly uncomfortable. But it made me feel like the subject of an experiment. That was kind of cool. And kind of true: the experiment was my own, though. Read More

Lumberjacking as exercise

A cold weather workout that results in more than just sore muscles

New calluses, dirt under the fingernails, a little premature back pain: all healthy, character-building consequences of early onset ax use. Read More

Lawman

On the case with Georgia's top cop, GBI Director Vernon Keenan

"What's happenin', my friend?" Vernon Keenan is saying hello to a large, shy-looking man named John Gibson in the Georgia Bureau of Investigation’s main elevator, as the doors open and Keenan steps in. The top of his balding head reaches just past Gibson’s shoulders. Read More