In recent years, Miami has earned itself an unsavory reputation as a haven for corrupt Latin American politicians. I reflected on this as I admired the view from the beautiful penthouse in which we stayed in Ocean Drive, Miami, and wrote about it in my creative non-fiction column for Guatemalan newspaper Soy502.
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Every morning, a bleary-eyed Washington Post reporter drags his or herself out of bed bright and early, makes some coffee and is dutifully seated in front of the computer by 6 a.m. With the watchful eye of a sentinel, the reporter waits for President Trump to tweet and with the speed of lightening will type up an article that will be posted online immediately.
A couple of days ago, I was standing in a crowded subway carriage in downtown New York with a couple of other WPI fellows, when a man standing on the corner by the doors, caught our attention. He looked around age 20 and wore loose-fitting military fatigues and dreadlocks draped in a large turban. In one hand, he held a firecracker. In the other hand, he had a cell phone that he appeared to be using to film other passengers. His bizarre behavior made us increasingly uneasy.
Confession of the day: I’m a social media addict. I love Facebook and I write posts about absolutely everything, from the wonderful latte art on the cappuccino I had this morning to the random conversation I had with the Uber driver who turned out to be an aspiring sci-fi writer and a firm believer in conspiracy theories. I post photos of everything and sometimes I overshare.
“Native Gardens” is a witty comedy by Karen Zacarías, currently showing at the Guthrie Theater. The well-to-do Butleys, with their manicured lawn and beautiful azaleas, scoff at their new next-door neighbors’ unkempt garden. The new arrivals are Pablo del Valle, a Chilean lawyer who’s striving to impress the prestigious firm he’s just joined, and his heavily pregnant wife Tania, from New Mexico, who’s completing her anthropology dissertation and is a firm believer in organic, pesticide-free gardening.
“Phones off. Put your laptops away. Remember how to take notes? Well, that’s what you’re going to do,” yelled John Ullmann as soon as he walked into the room. My colleagues and I complied like school children who’ve just been admonished by a stern headmaster, switched off our phones and computers and pulled out our notebooks and pens.