3 Stories Worth Reading

  • The corporate control of our future is being won in state capitols, not in Washington, as the deeply researched work in the Copy, Paste & Legislate series from The Center for Public Integrity shows. I urge you to take some time to read this and become more informed about your local elections.
  • 23 thoroughbreds have died at Santa Ana. Why? The LA Times weighs in.
  • Maclean’s meets the analyst who exposed the Vancouver real estate disaster.

These recommendations first appeared in April 7th edition of my weekly email newsletter, where I share a commentary or an essay looking back at the week, and links to works worth reading.

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The Golden Age of Half-Truths

Long ago, in a time before the iPad, YouTube and even the Internet, we our entertainment came from stories told to us in books or by our parents and grandparents. Some kids were lucky enough to have access to magical, technological marvels like televisions and radios, but we were not that class of people. My mother used to read me stories from Indian mythology, and nothing got me more excited than the Mahabharata. Decades later, whenever I find myself thinking a lot about the difficulty of distinguishing what is actually real in our modern news cycles, I often go back to one of the stories in that epic tale.

Here is the CliffsNotes version:

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What to read this weekend

Baseball season is here. March is already done and dusted. Let’s just say it is time for some serious spring cleaning. And for me, that means clearing out all those links that had piled up in my Pocket account. I have been reading more than usual for the past few weeks, mostly due to my health has slowed me down, and I was forced to take it easy and recover properly.

As an aside, with the clock turning on March, I have been in San Francisco for sixteen years at a stretch, eighteen in total, and yet I don’t feel like it is home. I have formed many great friendships. I have become part of two partnerships. I love the weather. The food scene is fantastic. The medical system in the city is the sole reason I am alive.

And yet, somehow it doesn’t feel like home. I guess when you are born somewhere, grew up elsewhere and are living in another place; you are never sure about the location of your axis, around which your life revolves. Ten years ago, I had the same feelings about San Francisco. This is what I wrote then:

Our physical interaction with a place defines how we feel about that place. New York’s streets and corners have a story attached to them, and I guess that gives a sense of belonging, and in the process act as markers on the timeline called life. I don’t feel that same way about San Francisco, even though I have lived here for ten years. I guess it will always be a place where I live, just not home.

I don’t quite know what will be my next destination.