I stopped watching TV regularly when I started making documentaries, about twenty years ago. Maybe watching started to feel like work. But I taught my son at an early age that everything he saw on TV was pretend, because the … Continue reading →
The night whispers in her ear as she turns the pages and the train clickety-clacks past the window. Her mind fills with dreams of distant destinations and Cleopatra.
Continue reading →We met two years ago today. We’d exchanged a few emails and a couple of phone calls. I’d stood her up twice, once to help out a friend on short notice and once because I (really) got sick. Our first … Continue reading →
In Manhattan, rich people ride buses and subways, right alongside you and me. In Bloomberg’s world, this means that mass transit has to work – because those are his people – so, in Manhattan, it does. The buses are sleek, … Continue reading →
I’m on the ferry heading to work this morning. As the boat is nubbing into port, I go to pull open the glass sliding door so we can all get off. and the guy standing next to me smiles and … Continue reading →
I’m still working on ‘Mindbenders 2: Under the Radar’ (excerpts here). I hope you’re as anxious for me to finish as I am. The problem – I’ll take this problem – is that the story keeps getting better. I keep … Continue reading →
I can’t help it – I just have one of those faces. I stop in a public place for a minute and someone has to tell me their life story. I was riding the bus home the other night. When I … Continue reading →
5.0 out of 5 stars I Love This Book!, March 7, 2013 By JohnJesusPetrucci I read a lot and there are very few books I read that seem as fresh to me as Mindbenders did. I’ve been dying to read this for a … Continue reading →
We all came here from somewhere. Unless you’re a Native American, your people came here from somewhere else, learning how to become American, figuring out what that meant, how to parse the line between the fears of the Old World … Continue reading →
The Man Who Didn’t Die Diemerpark, Ijburg, the Netherlands November De Jogt made for the ice, weaving among the black stone, aluminum and glass apartment buildings, pulling his collar tight against the wind. An early cold snap had frozen … Continue reading →
