More Press on My SF Magazine Piece
Yesterday ProPublica, the independently funded investigative reporting organization featured my SF magazine story on its front page as the editor’s pick of the day.
Yesterday ProPublica, the independently funded investigative reporting organization featured my SF magazine story on its front page as the editor’s pick of the day.
Sammy Thompson
He found a family, and finally started to make a home in a place where others rarely tarried.
Jonathan Guerrero
"God just put too many things on this kid."
Katie Simianer
"I want to go. I want to travel. I have to hurry. I have to live my life while I can."
Tony Zaleta
A spirit walking, trying to find his place in the world.
Nikki Pack
Fast talking, easy to get laughing, a young woman who always wanted to be free.
Melissa Martinez
"She was fearless. She would try anything."
Justin Lutz
"There was something about Justin. He would just draw you in."
Jeff Geerts
A year ago eight young vagabonds perished in a squat fire in New Orleans’ 9th Ward. Who were they? How did they end up in that place on that night? What forces drew them onto the rails, and what did they leave behind? My story, published in The Boston Review today, is an attempt to answer those questions.
In the leaderless chaos of the General Strike in Oakland, the crowd maintained its own order and a unique way of expressing frustrations.
Last night’s bloody Occupy Oakland demonstration proved to me the vital importance of Twitter in bearing witness in real time, a time when the conventional media often turns off the camera, looks away or refuses to report.
Herman Cain’s campaign commercials communicate through images and gestures a vision of a bare-knuckled America where a quick pummeling gets you back in line — right back to the 1960s.
I always thought Newt Gingrich was a big baby, but I had no idea how right I was!
Only the truly obsessive compulsive need to make their own candied citrus peel in order to make mincemeat. Count me among their number.
At the Occupy San Francisco demonstration, the “human microphone” seemed cult-like to me, a form of protest that encourages obedience to the inanities of some speakers’ words. Is it a lame, and poorly organized disaster? Or am I just too old to get it?
Florida recently instituted a drug test as a qualification to get welfare benefits and discovered that not that many poor people were on drugs. This Ohio state representative thinks we should test the bankers who got the bailout money too.
A remarkable exhibit at the New York Museum of Modern Art called “Talk To Me” shows ways that machines enhance our capacity for empathy.
I succeeded in raising money to support my investigative journalism in a innovative way, but the method presents some humiliations, and some difficulties. Still, we’re all scrambling in this economy and must stay nimble.
Working over a cabinet shop can be difficult.
The shaggy dog tale I told that won the Fourth of July Chili Cook-off here at The Barn, complete with stage directions.
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