What electric thing passed through the screen, over the many miles between Memphis and Hong Kong?
The day the coup came, we woke up to a creative destruction.
Maradona can not be measured over a lifetime.
In December 2016, I wrote the following in a google drive document called “What I Want To Achieve In My Writing.” First, I am most concerned with writing something beautiful. That it have the clarity, catchiness, melancholy, humor, rhythm, tenderness and unity of thought that I love in writing, this is what I mean byContinue reading “What I Want To Achieve In My Writing”
The important thing about chess: I never got better. I mostly lose. Badly.
Why should I believe that there is a magic vaccine waiting for us, on the other side of tomorrow?
What was so frightening, about a small boy who chewed holes in his clothes?
The fight was not about the fight.
What, precisely, do I own?
I wrote this piece two years ago on a different platform, and have decided to share it here on the anniversary of Allende’s death. Today, on the 45th anniversary of the United States backed military coup that toppled his democratically elected socialist government and ended his life, I read the last public speech of PresidentContinue reading “It Does Not Matter”