Joining The Thronging Citizen Journalism Contingent (By Writing About Movies)
Thanks to the good auspices of Kevin Smokler (who I met at South By Southwest), I get a press pass to the San Francisco International Film Festival as part of the Citizen Media Press Corps. I love the...
View ArticleReview of Hana
It was apparently a Kennedy family motto to never get mad, but instead to get even. Mere anger was by itself not a sufficient catharsis — an affront called for retaliation in kind. I recall this little...
View ArticleReview of The 12 Labors
Brazilian cinema fascinates me because it marries the vibrancy of the New World (including intriguing racial identities and beautiful music) with stark urban realities. I mention a few of Brazilian...
View ArticleMr. Gandhi Goes to Frankfurt
So I’m in Frankfurt Airport, after the long continental puddle hop from California, and I’m weary. I can’t see so well, because my eyes are a bit sore. I’m on my way to Spain to attend the Open Source...
View ArticleEight Ball | Decisions, Rats, and That Kind of Thing
Another year, already, and change is the buzz word. I hear it in the speeches during the primaries (and from the pundits, who editorialize about the “change election”). It’s an election year, and we...
View ArticleThere and Back Again
To those just joining this broadcast, it’s not you, it’s me. It’s taken me about a month to blog about last month. Late July and early August were just really eventful. I spent a week in Norway,...
View ArticleFacelifting the Medium
The medium is the message and all, but for a long time, my medium was the wallflower at the party. Basically, I’m saying I had an ugly looking blog. I’d frequently be too embarrassed by its sheer lack...
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My Valentine
Let us say you move to New York after the bold liquidation of some chutzpah, and that your friends back in west coast cities want to know what you’re up to. They want to know how you like NYC and what...
View ArticleSmells and Compassion
There are days when I smell gangrene on the subway. I mean this quite literally: gangrene, as in, human flesh decomposing bacterially on the F train. The smell causes other passengers to move away, or...
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