Watching movies at home, to pass the time and learn more, something new…something we didn’t know, about the human experience, that is how we managed some of our season of self-isolation this most revelatory of years. I know you know. This summer’s been a moment – and it ain’t done yet. This…is 2020, and 2020 […]
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 started 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.
PTSD
America’s PTSD is real, and it’s time we acknowledge as much, as a culture and as a melting pot. We the people make this country amazing. What can I tell ya, the sun is shining again on San Francisco. And I’ve been working on my shit. I left Lima for Miami 20 years ago last […]
San Francisco, 11.17.19
We should all be farmers. We should all be farming. By which I mean we should all know how to work our land, how to nurture it during the short while we are with it on it, how to take from it without leaving it barren for whomever is coming next. Instead, we are warring. […]
Never Forget
Never forget that we are here right now. The past is in the past – it cannot happen to us again. Never forget to move forward.
Loving Us Was Red
Earth is showing us her true colors today. Just in time for the 2020 season. Waking up to this red day this morning was something. Today is something. It’s som’in’ new. It – a combination of that good ol’ Bay Area fog and trapped smoke, from the wildfires that have been burning this month out […]
The Thing About ‘Friends’
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, […]
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 being 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 […]
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