Reading the News with a Gelid Eye

  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 →

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 →

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 →

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