Last year a good friend of ours decided to take on San Francisco’s public transportation problems and run for BART Board. Of course, he also needed help designing his campaign logo. With a $500 budget, we could either help him find a design student, find a designer good samaritan, or… do it ourselves!
Tenderfoot was a pedicure parlor on Main Street near Channing. Two reclining chairs — usually only one was in use — faced the street through a large plate-glass window. And so customers, alone with Paige, got a kind of public privacy — anybody could see them, no one but Paige could hear them. Paige was an expert listener — rarely commenting on what she heard, never repeating it.
In a way that feels depressingly American, the scourge of police brutality, militarization, corruption and racism, the horror of black bodies lying murdered on the ground has transformed into a battle of symbols and pageantry.
The Presbyterian College head basketball coach had just seen his team lose its season opener to Duke, 113–44.
Let’s say you’ve built the next big thing. You’re ready to take on the world and make billions. Your product is amazing and you’re convinced you’ve bested the competition. As a point of fact, you know you offer the very best solution in your market. But here’s the rub. If your competition has established strong customer habits than you have, you’re in trouble.
A chapter from One Nation, Under Gods by Peter Manseau
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my gluttonous life—whose annual household income, though it was just me, was $120,000 or more—flashed across the smog.
One of the best things in the world is kissing the person you love just as they are waking up.
For the last few weeks of December, and deep into January, the secular greeting resounds everywhere in the land.
Cyberwar will be the defining story of our generation, but right now we’re dangerously unequipped to report on it accurately.
This is a version of the notes that I wrote for a speech that I gave in December at the Medill School of Journalism in Chicago.
Over the last few days, dozens of people have sent me a link to Andrew Watts
A gifted songwriter with a cheeky aesthetic embodies a new model for musical success
Here comes champagne rap, blissfully-ignorant rap, gangsta rap, conscious rap, emo rap, trap rap and “real” rap
News is a stream of events, questions (and sometimes answers), debate, increasing information, and evolving understanding. News became a product only because it had to — to fit into publishers’ and then broadcasters’ space and time and production schedules. Now news can revert to nature. News never starts. It never ends. In the image of technology pioneer Dave Winer, news is a river. It flows.
In September 1997, three months before our twin boys were born, my Dad died of complications following cancer surgery. In 2004, my Mom called to let me know she had cancer, too. She fought it through a round of chemo but in August 2005 I got another call.