We saw them dotting the streets as we drove into town; here and there, the red squares pinned to shirts, bags, occasionally hats, pots and pans in hand. Little handfuls of them, walking together. We...
I'm thinking about violence a lot lately. It seems appropriate, now, to write about it, as we just saw actions around the U.S. to commemorate the anniversary of nonviolent activist Martin Luther...
This year, revolution is in the air. It is on the streets of Tunis and Cairo, in Tripoli, Athens and Madison. It is in hearts and minds, on the airwaves and TV channels, on the page, online and...
Time magazine's annual Person of the Year attracts far more attention than almost anything else the magazine publishes. This year it was Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook founder and subject of a...
Hey girl in the strobing light What your mama never told ya Love hurts when you do it right You can cry when you get older - Robyn Last weekend, an old friend of mine was in town. I jokingly...
Just a note before I start: this is the 1000th post on Global Comment! To celebrate, why not become a subscriber and help us keep bringing you thought-provoking content? The real objective of...
Politics in the U.S. has reached a level of toxicity that those of us who worked the campaign trail during the 2008 elections couldn't have imagined. Foolishly, perhaps, my friends and I on the Obama...
I had a sort of vacation recently, a week or so out of the office in which I tried mightily not to do any work. I sat in coffee shops across Brooklyn, read books, scribbled notes, spilled my guts on...
I've written so often that New Orleans is like a lost love I can't bear to see again that it's become a cliche, party of one. I haven't been back since 2002, you see, and this year once again I...
I always love when things I've written turn back up in my Internet "social circle"--mentioned in a blog I read, reblogged on Tumblr weeks or even months later, forwarded on Twitter by someone I...
