fiction, San Miguel de Allende, Writings

Of opportunipees and slabadinks — ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe’

It was one of those days when you wake up feeling so clever because a unique word came to you in the middle of the night — opportunipee.

And you wrote it down. In a notebook. In the dark.

And it was legible.

A Jabberwokian euphoria fills your pores.

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photography, Rants and raves, San Miguel de Allende, Writings

Social media-loving D.C. rioters are finding there is nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

Interesting question raised by a former newspaper colleague and a Poynter institute column: “Should journalists play a role in identifying rioters?”

That’s the headline and based on it alone, the answer is, of course. Media goes after the facts and a big chunk of the facts from last week’s Washington riot answers the question: Who the hell were these people?

The more-specific and thornier question is: “Should the media turn over unpublished documentation, especially photographs, to law enforcement upon request?”

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