Just checking in to say I haven't given up on blogging. I've been doing a bit of traveling lately: three weeks in Hawaii, a weekend in Willits (3 hours north of San Francisco) for an ayahuasca ceremony, and soon a 10-day excursion to Black Rock City for the Burning Man festival. I'll be back in [...]
Some friends and I will be spiraling around the bay in ritual celebration tomorrow, beginning at sunrise. We'll be broadcasting some of the festivities on the UStream channel "dec21sharing."
NOTE: This post has been updated from its original content.
Critics of HBO’s “The Newsroom” – and there have been many of them – have chided the show’s writer-creator Aaron Sorkin for being too preachy. These criticisms have come from both the right and the left. The Wall Street Journal wrote that “preening virtue…weighs on this Aaron Sorkin series like a great damp cloud.” At the other end of the political spectrum, The New Yorker found that it “treats the audience as though we were extremely stupid.” The prevailing opinion of critics is that the show is too didactic and self-righteous.
The aim of the show is to shine a light on the failures of our journalists and elected officials over the last two years. When these criticisms come from an author or journalist, it’s fine. We give Pulitzer prizes for that sort of thing. When a television writer weighs…
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For those wondering why I haven’t posted in a while, Becca and I are on a cross country road trip. She is blogging along the way…
So it begins…
This is the first day of a long-awaited journey, one that is two years in planning, and will at last be embarked upon. Two people, a Ford Focus, 18 days, and 6,000 miles (at least!) This morning Matt and I depart upon our cross-country road trip from San Francisco, California to Bennington, Vermont and back. The purpose? To retrieve my belongings that have been languishing peacefully in my dear uncle and aunt’s basement. The true purpose? To have an adventure, a real one, by driving deep into the heart of the American continent, and emerging on the other side to inhale the breeze on the Atlantic coast.
The first leg of the journey may indeed be the longest, as we leave the Bay Area and head east, aiming to arrive in Wendover, Utah by late evening. We will be camping out for our first two nights, before…
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I'm off tomorrow to Pyramid Lake, NV to attend the 3rd Symbiosis Gathering. I attended the last gathering in 2009 just outside Yosemite. Here are some images from that event: It's a dazzling mix of art, music, and culture all put together by two graduates of CIIS, Karen and Kevin KoChen. This year we'll have [...]
Last fall, I expressed my frustrations with the "black bloc" tactics of some anarchists after attending the otherwise successful General Strike in Oakland (HERE and HERE). Now they are at it again, only this time in San Francisco's Mission district. Across the country in NYC, there have been reports of white powder being sent to [...]
WordPress has offered to allow me to place ads on my page in order to bring in a little revenue for my traffic. It's tough to say how much I'd actually make until I try it, but as a graduate student, every little bit helps. The thing is, I'm at bit uneasy about mixing marketing [...]
For those who read my original itinerary in Europe, posted here in June, I should first explain why I ended up in Amsterdam instead of Florence and Rome. There are several reasons, one geographic, another economic, and a third intuitive. The geographic has to do with my being unable to switch my flight back to [...]
I arrived in Basel this morning after a very tiring (and very expensive) 2 days in London. I'll return to the English capital on better terms in a few weeks before I head back to the States, but I couldn't have been happier to leave it behind today. To make a long story short, Kel [...]
One would think two days is hardly enough time to get to know a place, but Dublin is small and her people know how to show her off. I arrived on the 4th of July, my first abroad, to celebrate a different sort of independence. The small prop plane that flew me from Plymouth across [...]