.I write about nationalism, sustainable economies, public history, social movements, immigration, MeToo issues and non-car travel. Since November. 2023, I have been living on the road, staying in a different country every month. I write about that experience in my Aging on the Run series.
To Theorize 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, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is visible on every signpost, yet English is undeniably dominant. Such is...
To Theorize 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, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is visible on every signpost, yet English is undeniably dominant. Such is...
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To Theorize 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, and finished writing it in Wales, where Welsh is visible on every signpost, yet English is undeniably dominant. Such is...
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I write about nationalism, immigration, public history, sustainable economies, MeToo issues and the politics of travel