We get knocked down, but we get up again. The last four years have been tough. And, yeah, by that I mean 2020. It has been a moment, and methinks it’s worth acknowledging it. So drop a pin: We are here. I am here. You’re never gonna keep me down; I’m a survivor. And if […]
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.
Georgia!
So Election Day 2020 is not over yet. Don‘t you know, don‘t you know, there is a key runoff election set for Jan. 5 down in the Peach State. You know. Pretty please, Georgia, do put the 🍑 into Donald Trump’s impeachment and vote Democrat. Like, democracy and practical progress depend on Democrats securing a […]
Hear Ye, Hear Ye: The Mother of the Blues
Meanwhile, coming to Netflix is Academy Award winner Viola Davis in a starry turn as Ma Rainey, the woman née Gertrude Pridgett in Georgia in 1886 o.k.a. the Mother of the Blues, in George C. Wolfe’s Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom, an adaptation of the eponymous 1982 August Wilson play. Set in Chicago during a steamy […]
The Thing About Madonna’s ‘MDNA’
The thing about Madonna’s MDNA is – and pay no mind to this one, if you are underage – the album, maligned as though it may be, works surprisingly well on shuffle. On shuffle. With a side of spark it up. I remember this one time, in Miami, when I smoked a little bit of […]
#Iclosemyeyes…and I’m One Night in Miami
Balmy Ocean Drive, sand in my toes, piña coladas from the Palace. Human nature. I can feel my old tan on my tan skin. We won’t be traveling this winter, but you know Imma let Academy Award winner Regina King take me One Night in Miami…, alright. Sign. Me. Up. Oh, we already are, to […]
Headed Our Way
If ever there was a week to veg and keep it chill, this is the one, America. Our collective COVID-19 numbers are out of hand, so, as you can appreciate, it is ultimately the nurses and doctors and frontline workers – the ones for whom the pots and pans once banged (remember that sense of […]
The Thing About ‘Grey’s Anatomy’
You guys! Seventeen tumultuous, romantic, and engaging seasons in and Shonda Rhimes’ enduring network-TV hit, Grey’s Anatomy, still’s got it going on. Y’all watched last week’s two-hour COVID-centric season premiere, right? I mean! Not gonna front, I was all giddy and choke-up from the big surprise, ’cause not only had the powers that be pulled […]
Peruvian Here, Lemme Tell Ya
Some Peruvians may be fucking around, alright, but most Peruvians are not fucking around, lemme tell ya. (So if you’re coming my way, just don’t. And do not get it twisted.) Early this evening, Peru, my birth country, swore in its third president in a week, a man named Francisco Sagasti. (I don’t know her.) […]
11M(+)
America, you we need to calm down and get a hold of this COVID-19 pandemic, already. This isn’t the 2009 H1N1 pandemic, and we all know it. Like, for real: WTF. It’s the middle of November, is it not, and we have been at this since spring. C’mon now. Door to door since the last […]
And Not a Moment Too Soon
Rain. Thanks for the wash, Gaia. See? You can always count on la Pachamama to come through. To check us. To cleanse us. Now we have a better chance to return the favor and nurture our cute little Earth back to health, and ourselves, too, with better habits and without, well…you know. Not everyone is […]
