I enjoy museums. I love museums in the summer New York City. Where else to be: Refreshing art and AC? I’d subscribe, but I live in foggy San Francisco. Time with the culture is time well spent. All of the ways. Always. It’s chill.
Author: Martin Haro
I am cultural writer from Lima, Peru. Now publishing from San Francisco. #KingofCups
Y2K didn't happen, but I did move to Florida in the year 2000. Miami was kind of the vibe for me during the '90s, so into the new millennium and the Magic City I went, for college and to find whatever life now could and would be. I graduated from Florida International University, then went to work in its in-house communications/marketing department, as a writer, video producer, and associate editor of "FIU Magazine," the university's flagship alumni publication.
By the time I got to work at FIU I'd already been working with and writing for the weekly "Wire Magazine" on the beach and the periodical "Miami Living" magazine, writing my Movie Martin blog, contributing to the occasional "Awful Truth" by Ted Casablanca once upon a time on E! Online. Later, I starter stringing story for "Us Weekly." That was fun. It was all kinds of a heckuva lot of fun.
King of Cups is my new empirical, memoiristic non-linear independent writing exercise. (Independent: Rhymes with unpaid, as in this is free, so represent and support, OK. Amplify the shit.) I mince no words, I mean no harm, and I come in peace.
Nob Hill, 3.22.22
Sudden colds, then sudden heat. Suddenly the day after tomorrow is here today. And the dogs panted. For the Earth was ours with them to share. Pant, pant. And about our business we all went. Pfoof.
We Watch What Happens Now
The invasion of Ukraine, what we are witnessing Putin do, and what Republicans are doing stateside, like what Florida Republicans just “accomplished” with the whole “Don’t Say Gay” thing, it’s like, hello: You all see the through line between homegrown American censorship and selective personhood erasures and the Russian brand of warmongering authoritarianism. Right? Let’s […]
San Francisco, 3.1.22
This right now is the smartest I’ve been about my health in 22 years. I made it through the wilderness, and now I seem to have picked up an extra serving o’ motivation. My body has served me well, in spite of my wickedness, and it has brought me a long way, so the energy […]
Postcard from SFO, 8.27.20
Thinking about air travel during a pandemic becomes clearer when you’re doing air travel during a pandemic. There I was last week, honey, sitting in First, which never happens (just the once…and the one way this first once, for that matter, OK). What – if you had the option these pandemic times, you, too, would […]
El Show Must Love On
Una rom-com, para Valentimes? Yes, please! La primera dama del BFE, Jennifer Lopez, regresa a la pantalla grande este febrero con Marry Me, una nueva comedia romántica en la que se reúne con Owen Wilson, su co-estrella en Anaconda. Btw, la película dirigida por Kat Coiro y producida por La Lopez con su equipo de […]
My Wish for 2022
Let’s get real. We have taken the temperature of the room (I have taken the temperature of the room). We know what is up. There is much to do. Change the station, change the channel.
San Francisco, 12.24.21
So I went to Neiman Marcus on a literal double-speed shopping spree. The all-seeing eye was watching tonight. We are all watching. And judging. And waiting. For all to justify our love. It must be exhausting. It is exhausting. It is tiresome. It is boring. We are, indeed, here not to be popular but to […]
Everybody Knows the Damn Truth
Lots of #SanFrancisco peoples and unfortunately many, many visitors seem to be concerned with, by the recent theft of Louis Vuitton goods from the luxury brand’s Union Square shop (not to discount the magnitude and lamentable impact of the organized crime behind this and similar thieving operations in the Bay Area of late). Lotsa pearl-clutching […]
Wet, Wet, Wet
Atmospheric rivers are the new Karl the Fog. But with a soupçon of doom. The wind blows so hard as the rain falls on the City by the Bay, a Star Spangled Banner dances down the hill almost flat to the see. The day after tomorrow is here.
King of Cups 