The thing about Friends is the show said what it needed to say at the time it said it. It was clumsy; it was downright awful, sometimes (you know, how they said whatever they said, especially in later seasons); and it was, for the most part, fun. I first watched the show, fondly, in Peru, […]
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 it's all mostly a vibe.
Well That Was Hot
For the record: It was a hot Labor Day weekend this 2020. One for the books. A friend who lives in L.A. was out and about on Saturday, and some time during the afternoon, she shared a temp pic (you know what that means…) showing it was 119 degrees out where she was down there. […]
Chill
Bay Area! This Labor Day weekend, don’t go all tits out, OK. Chill. Let Wayne Thiebaud’s “Girl with Pink Hat” have all the end-of-summer fun, so that you – so that we all – may be able to visit with her at the SFMOMA, when the museum is finally allowed to reopen. COVID-19’s still very much […]
Postcard from the Tenderloin
And what is wrong with confident, anyway. Nothing, nada, rien…niente – and don’t you let nobody tell you otherwise. Looking up that Daisaku Ikeda poem now.
#Iclosemyeyes…and I See Capri
#Iclosemyeyes…e siamo tornati a Capri. All I need is the rhythm divine. And now that we’ve been, I know to skip il taxi and take us up on il funiculare to Piazza Umberto I. It’s almost Aperol o’clock, and if we’re on time, then we’ll be right on time to enjoy an afternoon welcome from […]
A 2020 Without Basel
Aw, Miami. Now you know it’s really, really serious. (I’m kidding. You’ve known it’s serious. Right? Get it and keep it together, already – you know what to do.) Basel has been cancelled! Indeed, for the first time since its post-9/11, tourism-revitalizing and scene-revolutionizing inception in 2002, Art Basel Miami Beach is a no-go this […]
Further Unsolicited Advice for the Kids
For the kids, again. Slow down. Slow. The fuck. Way. Fucking. Down. Meditate. There is no one way to meditate, so figure out what works for you and do it. It’s a fun time in your late teens and your twenties, I know, but you might wanna slow down, especially now, so you don’t burn […]
A Comment Re: Nancy Pelosi’s Blowout
Nancy Pelosi went to a hair salon on Monday in Cow Hollow here in San Francisco, and now the Trumpists are foaming at the mouth with what I presume is some kind of glee (these folks are in desperate need of new, healthier hobbies). Whatever. Not like she grabbed some pussy on the way there […]
San Francisco, 12.19.19
Activists always start out a party of one. Then we find ourselves together.
We Must Adapt
For the past month, we have had some weather up here in Northern California. The smoke plus the fog in the Bay Area has been a realness. It is not pleasant. I am beyond-grateful to be safely sheltered with my family, and to want for almost nothing. I understand Cal Fire has dubbed the Northern […]
