It is thanksgiving week, and the start of the official holiday season. I am using the holiday break as a way to completely disconnect from the Internet, and media. I am looking forward to two blissful weeks of a total and complete digital sabbatical.

It should give both my eyes, mind and soul a break from the unending data streams. It would be a good way to break from faux-punditry, wannaprenuer sermons and everyone who thinks they are an expert on something or everything. Instead, it will be silence. Glorious silence. 

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

November 23, 2021.

Many who visit my journal don’t care much about cricket. In recent days, the world of cricket has had to confront its ugly racist past and present. An English cricketer of Asian origin talked about how he was mistreated and undermined at Yorkshire, the county he played cricket for most of his life.

Yorkshire is like the Red Sox, an old storied franchise with a glorious past, and is host to some of the top English cricketers, including its present captain. Azeem Rafiq, the British Asian cricketer, in a testimony in front of the British parliamentarians, laid bare the heinous culture of racism and discrimination. His agony brought tears to my eyes. 

As I reflected on the 57-page report, I couldn’t help but wonder how can those who aspire for greater glory will undermine a young person whose talent can help them achieve their goal. How can a workplace be so toxic that every day as a young man, your goals and aspirations are crushed by demeaning abuse? 

Sad as I was, I had a chance to reflect on my own life as an immigrant and as a minority. A lot of words came my way, but I don’t remember. All I can remember is how many great editors at Red Herring, Forbes, Business 2.0 and lately my partners at True helped me along – they taught me, encouraged me, and helped me push myself to where I am.

The gift of a non-toxic and positive workplace is the ultimate encouragement when can give the talented. I had tried to do that with my own company, paying it forward, and even today, the success of my former team members is the ultimate gratification.

I am grateful for my good fortune, especially considering how many don’t get the fair shake at work. Rafiq’s ordeal is even a bit more complicated — it happens against the broader socio-economic reality of England’s fading power. The establishment wants to maintain a status quo, and retain control, and maintain the past. Change, however, is the only consistent.

November 20, 2021. San Francisco

“I’ll have a better understanding of why in a year and an even better one in two, and an even greater one in five, and it’ll go from being, you know, a book of my life to becoming a chapter to a paragraph to a line to a word to a doodle.”

Jason Sudeikis, the actor who plays coach Ted Lasso on his very public break up with actress Olivia Wilde.

He is saying that in a long arc of time, we humans tend to overthink the present. We confuse what’s happening “now” as the whole book when it is nothing but a doodle. It is not that important.

The GQ interview is excellent. The overall series, though, gets a shrug from me! After watching the two seasons, courtesy of Apple PR, I felt the series is a tad overhyped. Because we live with so much toxicity in our society, when we do come across something positive and uplifting, we revere it to distract ourselves from the brutal reality of it all.

Twitter is nothing but a parade of cops. Policemen’s day at the ballpark. It’s not just political, or strictures on art. It’s everything down to, Do you put ketchup on a hotdog? Fuck you! Do you put pineapple on a pizza? Fuck you! Because I’m a cop and I decide how everybody lives their lives. That’s an absolutely poisonous thing to pour into your head, especially if you’re a writer. The constant hectoring and hall-monitoring of that place. The purpose of Twitter is to let everybody know that you’ve got a badge and you’ve spit-shined that shit and you are controlling these halls

Jordan Harper, author of She Rides Shotgun & writer for The Mentalist.

This weekend, I was reviewing some old film scans, and this specific image made me pause. I made this in 2018 with my Mamiya 6 (with a 50mm equivalent lens.) I used Kodak Portra 400 film.

It was around this time, my photographic eye started to develop. I started eliminating the excess from my frames and using the negative space as an element of the image itself.

Still, I have not been back to this location — Lake Merced — for morning photography in a while. It might be time for another visit. I wonder how I will treat this location after three years. I might also want to use a longer lens this time around.

November 15, 2021. San Francisco