It is so bad that a sort of grandeur creeps into it.

My Life on the Holy Mountain: Introduction

In Granada, Sacromonte, Spain on July 20, 2014 at 7:24 pm

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I’ve decided to write my memoir of life among the Gypsies, instead of writing another horrible book proposal or trying to publish another magazine article about it. Not that this will result in the book getting published, but I’ve been thinking about it for years and it feels like something I need to write. I’ll be publishing parts of the draft here.

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¡Oh ciudad de los gitanos! 
¿Quién te vió y no te recuerda? 

The sleeper car on the night train to Granada was stifling. The window catch was broken and there was no airconditioning. At first, I tried to prop it open by wedging my arm between the sill and the sliding panel, but invariably I would doze off, my arm would slip out, and the window would bang shut, waking us up in the most alarming way imaginable. I tried this half a dozen times before finally giving up and slipping into a fitful and excessively lubricated sleep.

Comic: An oral history of failure, and (partial) redemption

In Uncategorized on May 10, 2014 at 5:36 pm

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I have published my profile of comedian Dave Anthony on Medium.

Check yourself, before you wreck yourself.

What?

“We had a practice run at Largo,” he said, referring to the LA comedy and music club. “A couple of his jokes didn’t fly and he he just kind of started attacking the crowd. His portion was kind of deadly, you know?”

Oswalt pulled Anthony aside afterward and said, ‘You going to not do that on the road, are you?’ I didn’t want him attacking every crowd. He exploded at me. ‘You’re a tiny dictator! You get a little bit of power and you turn into an asshole!’

Photo by Angelo

Anonifamous: The challenges of an idea in the wake of celebrity

In Anonymous on March 24, 2014 at 1:27 am

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The genesis of the hacktivist collective Anonymous is a far cry from either hacking or activism. It began as a way to raise hell, for a group of mostly kids tired of a rule-bound world to careen around in their digital clown cars smashing the mailboxes of the Internet’s Babbits.

Since that beginning, the group, insofar as it can be called a group, has changed. Repeatedly. It has moved from lulz, or kicks, to extremely earnest political activities, to self-celebration, and on the way, has alienated many, and not just those who consider the group vandals, but many of those vandals themselves.

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