Walden pond remains immeasurably breathless, welcoming young and old to its shores. I can’t help feeling, however, that Thoreau would be sorely disappointed with what has become of the “visitor’s center.” Just last fall, in an attempt to show my girlfriend what Walden looks like at sunset from above, a fucking state trooper screamed at … Continue reading →

In retrospect, the writing was on the wall. It was written in black light pen; invisible to the naked eye, but jaw-droppingly obvious when illuminated. As put by one of my colleagues during post-severance drinks, “If you didn’t see this coming, you shouldn’t be working in news.” So there’s that. Selfishly, this went about as … Continue reading →