Tag: miscellany

Shoplifters Will Be Shot

In the heat of the Ferguson protests, it was hard to look at Darren Wilson’s corn-fed, supposedly bruised face and not suspect you’re looking into the eyes of white privilege. Or flat-out racism. If anything, the months since the verdict–verdicts–have showcased the ease with which an individual can become a synecdoche, an effigy, or a martyr. I … Read More »

The Fat Lady Sang

I was sitting up and angry, which was a good sign. The old lady who’d hit me with her Prius was standing next to my bike in the middle of the street, and a few inches away from my bleeding leg were her feet. She was dressed all in taupe, and from her taupe summer … Read More »

“One time, at band camp…”

Somewhere along the paved slope of a road known ruefully as Nasty Grade, my wife Erin gasped these words over her handlebars. It took a minute, but the other dozen riders us–hypoxic and churning the pedals up the steep central Californian road–finally realized she was joking, and laughed. We’d been thinking the same thing: How can … Read More »

This Is Your Valentine

What matters to me on Valentine’s Day, what’s worth saying in a national storm of pink and red mylar balloons and overpriced greeting cards, is thank you. It has been a big year for love. So, thank you for wearing a rainbow, even if you’re straight. Thank you for painting Facebook red with HRC’s logo … Read More »

Notes from a Jailbreak

1.  If you have to run first, don’t run for miles. It’s better to swim away from the prison first, so that when you are a half-mile between the rock and the shore, your calf doesn’t bunch up into something the size and elasticity of a baseball. It’s difficult to swim successfully from Alcatraz with … Read More »

On elections and balanced rocks

I visited Sausalito for my birthday. You can see it here. Tuesday’s election made me look at this picture a little more closely. I took it while I sat along Bridgeway Street, watching a guy—whom people applauded and called Bill—stack these stones and flotsam into stable, vertical columns. He had very long arms and big … Read More »

Ruination and retrogressive images

I have a fancy camera, bought seven years’ used, and a shared license to an old version of Photoshop. I do not have a smartphone nor the camera apps therein, but I like to play around with Instagram, retrogressing images of twenty seconds ago to some indefinite point in the 1970s, when images suffered for … Read More »