A part of what made me was the fishing and camping trips into the wildland along Mexico’s coast. But I can’t go back.
Courthouse News spends a golden wheelbarrow-full of cash on payroll every two weeks. At the entrance to the internet, controlling access to the news that money pays for, stands Google.
On a tiny island in the East China Sea, a tsunami warning sends the population hustling to higher ground. The island lies next to an undersea fault in the earth’s crust and has seen the devastation that comes from a big shaker.
The same folks who brought us artificial intelligence are peddling electronic coin and a gizmo to separate us humans from the coming androids.
A great bear slouches our way. We are busy knocking each other about.
Within the daily cycle of news is a lesson from two thousand years ago. It’s about slaves.
Around the world and here at home a drumbeat of events sound like a march on its way to nowhere good.
After sending our news service a check for $2.4 million, the state of Virginia is again trying to defend a denial of public access.
Tech, war and democracy. The year to come is filled with dark portents and a filament of hope held in the words of a song.
