1. look out for Harriet Brown / Oakland / June ‘14

    look out for Harriet Brown / Oakland / June ‘14

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  3. addressing Silicon Valley’s race problem for NewYorker.com — a new business piece about white VCs and black founders

    addressing Silicon Valley’s race problem for NewYorker.com — a new business piece about white VCs and black founders

    3 months ago  /  1 note

  4. over the past several weeks I went on a tear over at the SF Weekly blog called “From ‘93 Til,” looking at a different Bay Area rap album from each corresponding week in the fall of 1993.
The full list: JT The Bigga Figga, Too $hort, E-40, Capital Tax, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Mac Dre and Conscious Daughters

    over the past several weeks I went on a tear over at the SF Weekly blog called “From ‘93 Til,” looking at a different Bay Area rap album from each corresponding week in the fall of 1993.

    The full list: JT The Bigga Figga, Too $hort, E-40, Capital Tax, Del Tha Funkee Homosapien, Mac Dre and Conscious Daughters

    4 months ago  /  23 notes

  5. helping out Sara Hendren at Abler this week with a post about new hope for synthetic voices

    helping out Sara Hendren at Abler this week with a post about new hope for synthetic voices

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  6. in honor of the wonderful new Mazzy Star record, here’s part of my conversation with Hope Sandoval, excerpted in the October edition of Dazed & Confused

    in honor of the wonderful new Mazzy Star record, here’s part of my conversation with Hope Sandoval, excerpted in the October edition of Dazed & Confused

    6 months ago  /  8 notes

  7. sensory deprivation

    today in the car on the way to lunch, one of the DJs cut in to the top 40 radio with an update on the situation in Washington. it was vague, assuming for the most part that the listener already knew what had happened. my roommate, who was driving, had just rolled out of bed and had no idea what occurred. he works restaurant hours and has no routine for getting news on a daily basis. so I gave him the rundown: navy yard, twelve dead, more injured, possible military connection. this morning my friend Sami Yenigun spoke with a volunteer trying to provide aide who had stood and watched as a victim just a few feet away took a bullet to the head.

    throughout the morning, I hadn’t had anyone to talk to about this. no phone calls, no tweeting, no e-mails except the ultra-calculated, business-as-usual queries. and yet, even as I described the mass shooting (which, as I’ve heard, is the fifth in the U.S. this year — stand that up against domestic terrorist attacks), no rush of emotion infiltrated our little Prius bubble as we cruised down University Ave. in perfect 70-degree weather. I was struck by how numb I felt. how is it possible that an act as atrocious and widely-publicized as this can even come close to striking us as routine or unsurprising?

    my friend, it seems, had even less to say. He acknowledged the atrocity, agreed that our gun laws were outdated and uncivilized, and the conversation was over. KMEL kept playing. we joked about bullshit. we ate Eggs Benedict. for Lunch. I felt guilty. unsure of whose fault it was that I couldn’t be shocked — even while hearing it straight from the voice of my friend Sami on the NPR broadcast, as he reported from the city I lived in and could visualize perfectly. what kind of nightmare is this, where we’re so isolated and concerned with our own individualism, that something as tragic as this can happen — here in the U.S. or anywhere in the world — and all we can muster is an extra 140-spot or even three paragraphs on tumblr?

    I realize that much of the guilt stems from my essay for The Toast, which I wrote last week without any particular incident or instance in mind. it was mostly in response to the viral news item, that gun laws were lax enough to extend to the blind — which is something that anyone who knows anything about gun law would tell you is nothing new. I stand by what I wrote, though I regret that something as glib and winking sits at the top of my blog, seemingly trivializing the issue of gun control on a day like today.

    7 months ago  /  3 notes

  8. my essay for The Toast about why I should get a gun:

"I’d take it out with me, of course. Part of the joy of owning a gun is having people see you with the gun, even if you can’t see them seeing you with it. Figuring out how to carry it, between my cane, my sunglasses, and my Pumpkin Spice Latte might be the bigger challenge (the other day I was trying to carry a burrito and an iced tea and when I had to unlock my front door guess which one bit the dust: both). Honestly I might just have to stow it away, somewhere convenient like the lining of my jacket or at the bottom of my backpack. I’d just take it out casually at cafés and the gym and stuff." …more on The Toast

    my essay for The Toast about why I should get a gun:

    "I’d take it out with me, of course. Part of the joy of owning a gun is having people see you with the gun, even if you can’t see them seeing you with it. Figuring out how to carry it, between my cane, my sunglasses, and my Pumpkin Spice Latte might be the bigger challenge (the other day I was trying to carry a burrito and an iced tea and when I had to unlock my front door guess which one bit the dust: both). Honestly I might just have to stow it away, somewhere convenient like the lining of my jacket or at the bottom of my backpack. I’d just take it out casually at cafés and the gym and stuff." …more on The Toast

    7 months ago  /  1 note