Tight Sainthood

Where I’m from, Santa arrived by surfboat... a reverie evoked by Sandip Roy’s meditation on the phrase “Indian summer”.

The insidious “Oh, if only they knew!!” line of thinking so common in Trump’s opponents…

A riposte to the Oakland and California boosters boosting this Most Progressive Of All Possible Places…

I lived for fifteen years in Jingletown, a district of Oakland, California, in transition from industrial area to gentrified destination…

What Does Big Data Really Mean?

Western democracy as we know it can’t survive technology’s relentless democratisation of access to the technologies of destruction.

Quality of life is about more than artisanal coffee and hipster food trucks, you know…

Going to California never meant living the California Dream, or self-reinvention, or any of those other cliches for me…

Much of the Left’s response to Trump’s election has so far struck me as bordering on delusional…

I’m three-times an immigrant. Yet people seem to miss that about me — I’m just a foreigner who lives here, but somehow not an “immigrant”…

So many sheep mistaking themselves for wolves, fad for fashion, pose for stance, novelty for newness, copying for creativity…

California’s official state motto should probably be William Mulholland’s triumphant “There it is. Take it!”…