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I write about nationalism, sustainable economies, public history, social movements, immigration, MeToo issues bicycling and other forms of non-car travel. I am currently on the road, staying in a different country every month. I write about that experience in my Aging on the Run series, taking a personal-is-political, politics-are personal perspective.
Finding Space to Theorize, Protest, and Dance in Brussels
Brussels on eve of EU & parliamentary elections. Thoughts on organizing from Marx’s time to today during this right-wing ascendancy
Confessions of a post-Impressionist in France
“The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.” ...
A Sheep Farm in Wales
Walking Welsh Winds. South Wales reminded me of the Driftless Region of Minnesota and Wisconsin, with rolling hills, rivers, and a mixture of forest and field. Yet there was the ocean and warm gulf...
Musing in Montenegro’s Capital City
I began this essay in Montenegro where people speak a local Serbian dialect they defiantly call Montenegrin, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is defiantly visible on every signpost, yet...
Finding Space to Theorize, Protest, and Dance in Brussels
Brussels on eve of EU & parliamentary elections. Thoughts on organizing from Marx’s time to today during this right-wing ascendancy
Confessions of a post-Impressionist in France
“The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.” ...
A Sheep Farm in Wales
Walking Welsh Winds. South Wales reminded me of the Driftless Region of Minnesota and Wisconsin, with rolling hills, rivers, and a mixture of forest and field. Yet there was the ocean and warm gulf...
Musing in Montenegro’s Capital City
I began this essay in Montenegro where people speak a local Serbian dialect they defiantly call Montenegrin, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is defiantly visible on every signpost, yet...
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Finding Space to Theorize, Protest, and Dance in Brussels
Brussels on eve of EU & parliamentary elections. Thoughts on organizing from Marx’s time to today during this right-wing ascendancy
Confessions of a post-Impressionist in France
“The more I read, the more I acquire, the more certain I am that I know nothing.” ...
A Sheep Farm in Wales
Walking Welsh Winds. South Wales reminded me of the Driftless Region of Minnesota and Wisconsin, with rolling hills, rivers, and a mixture of forest and field. Yet there was the ocean and warm gulf...
Musing in Montenegro’s Capital City
I began this essay in Montenegro where people speak a local Serbian dialect they defiantly call Montenegrin, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is defiantly visible on every signpost, yet...
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I write about nationalism, immigration, public history, sustainable economies, MeToo issues and the politics of travel