We are at the brink.
Donald Trump’s declaration of a national emergency is a step towards dictatorship. It is an affront to democracy. It is a monumental and frightening moment in history.
To declare a national emergency without the threat of war, terror, or the loss of American life is to step across the carefully drawn lines of the constitution. An emergency declaration is the hallmark of all those who sit in the dictator hall of fame: Adolf Hitler, Ferdinand Marcos, Benito Mussolini, et. al,. The emergency is the fuel to the fire of unrestricted power. In the U.S. it…
My sun hid behind leaves.
Swallowed you whole: remedy.
Night, christened with stars
Humid air, hotdogs and beer.
Hands held, kisses planted,
Heart in a two step. Accelerate.
Memories of the world mingle.
Breathe in, absorb our oxygen,
Hard work has always been central to American life — it is the foundation for the American Dream. Over the past decade, however, the definition of hard work has morphed into working longer, faster, and harder. In our hyper competitive society, we are no longer merely encouraged to do our best. Instead we are told to be the best. As DJ Khaled put it, “all I do is win, win, win no matter what.”
Eight years ago, when DJ Khaled released “All I do is Win”, the competition had just started. Since then the race has intensified and the chance…
Day 3, year 5. My 15th day at Coachella. I’ve spent more than two weeks of my life in this magical playground. I’m feeling #blessed. This place is all the happy things. It’s liberation, spontaneity, connection, compassion. The speakers spew words and sounds that invade your ears and captivate your mind. The music moves you and you float away. Coachella is a weekend spent only in the here and now. Where my biggest concern is how to make it to the bathroom without disrupting my carefully curated schedule. (Trust me, that is no easy feat!) Against this backdrop of utopian…
The crowd screams. Bodies pulse on a steaming dance floor. He takes the mic and starts spitting. This is it. The moment when the room’s collective tension is expelled in a wave of expletives. It’s a scene that has already hallowed the halls of clubs and concert venues across the country. Soon, these beats are set to make their way around the festival circuit, premiering in Indio this weekend. I’m talking about hip hop.
If Coachella’s lineup tells us one thing it’s that in 2018, hip hop reigns supreme. For the first time in the festival’s history, the lineup eschews…
What a treat. Seeking shelter from a dark and stormy night, I stepped into Buddy Guy’s Legends. Nostalgia hit me in the face. I might be too young to know what original blues’ clubs felt like, but my imagination tells me they were something like this place. Where old guitars adorn the walls, where the drinks are strong and generously poured, and, of course, where raspy voices and groovy instruments caress your ears and move your feet.
Buddy Guy’s is a family place. I don’t mean that it’s for kids, quite the opposite, in fact. But it has a familial…