Today marks the official opening of the 19th annual Computers, Freedom and Privacy conference. I’ll be live-blogging the next few days thanks to the team behind the conference. The conference is a timely event, as the Obama administration is making frequent news in this arena,… Read More
I love pineapples. When I’m working in Thailand, I find nothing more refreshing than a frothy, cool pineapple shake. But more than pineapples I like the idea of thinking about our food and where it comes from – who picked it? How? How did it… Read More
The New York Times has put an interactive map online visualizing immigration to the United States since 1880. Fascinating. But I’d sure like to see a map from recent years of refugee resettlement.
Home in February
In August ’07, Mark and I spent a series of Sundays heading to Malcolm X park for the weekly drum circle. If you have ever lived in DC you probably know it – the afternoon gatherings of dozens of folks, many of them serious musicians,… Read More
Does anyone else read George Orwell’s blog? I think it’s a brilliant project from The Orwell Prize. They started posting Orwell’s journal entries on Aug. 9, 2008 … exactly 70 years after he began a domestic journal on Aug. 9, 1938. The blog includes both… Read More
My dear friend Kat took me to see Konono no 1 at the Black Cat in April, 2007. I fell head over heels for the home-made thumb pianos (likembé), the creative rhythms and the frenetic whistling. Most of all I fell in love with Mingiedi,… Read More
Last week, unbeknownst to me, the Westminster Kennel Club held their annual show at Madison Square Garden, just a few blocks from our studio. As luck would have it, I was walking down 7th Ave at 34th St when a vision of pure beauty crossed… Read More
I’m on a bus from Washington DC to NY. Off in the distance I see Newark, power plants, highways and powerlines. But just out the bus window I see brown fields and bare trees, snow-covered swaths of land and flocks of geese in their standard… Read More
About a year ago I was in Kutupalong Refugee Camp in eastern Bangladesh, 40 kilometers from the Burma/Myanmar border. It was a dusty, bumpy ride from Cox’s Bazaar, the Bangladeshi resort town where I had celebrated the new year and my birthday with Mark, my… Read More
Emily Jacobi 