Sam: Whenever there is any doubt, there is no doubt. That’s the first thing they teach you. Vincent: Who taught you? Sam: I don’t remember. That’s the second thing they teach you. — Ronin (1998) If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, guess what? For all intents and purposes, it’s a duck. Constructively, it should... Continue Reading →
Politics Can Be Civil in Spite of the Media
My latest on Splice Today. Read it here: https://www.splicetoday.com/politics-and-media/politics-can-be-civil-in-spite-of-the-media
Maybe You Can’t Handle the Truth
Today, after all the Covidy Trump ups and downs, the questions about Amy Coney Barrett’s confirmation, and the hard questions about whether there should even be a VP presidential debate, I'm thinking again about Chris Beck's excellent piece in Splice Today, "The Media Reports Narratives, Not Facts." We all live online now. We look at... Continue Reading →
Worshiping the Dead, Part 2
I look back at the stressed-out writing I did four years ago after Trump was elected and recall what my European friends were saying at the time. They were a bit blasé about the new administration, a bit cynical about whether anything had changed or would change in U.S. geopolitics. They wanted to know why... Continue Reading →
Hidden in Plain Sight: identifying and exposing secrets in times of national insecurity.
Secrets that involve state actors or politically important individuals are frequently hidden in plain sight. Most people don't have the time, energy, or research skills to see them, which is what keeps the issue unexamined and quiet. But those of us who are indefatigably curious often can’t help ourselves. And, like a black cat in... Continue Reading →
Read my latest at Splice Today . . .
My latest on Splice Today . . .
Solving climate change one slick magazine at a time.
Read my latest in Splice Today: https://www.splicetoday.com/politics-and-media/jonathan-franzen-can-t-solve-climate-change-for-anyone-who-matters
The Crying of Lot 45
Trump’s last months in office. || Michael Davis Source: The Crying of Lot 45
Way Up High in the Manhattan Sky
Reeling this morning from my all-Trump-all-the-time ulcer-inducing news feed of despair, I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. I've been a compulsive news reader since I learned how. And, for the last few months, my morning habit has evolved into a kind of shamanic pathworking. Not the startup-bro takes ayahuasca at Burning Man... Continue Reading →