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Thursday, June 30, 2005

What animals know of death

Animals are weird. Or at least they just don't understand things the same way we do. Or something. Anyway, when our cat Weasel died a couple years ago, it seemed like none of the other cats or dogs even noticed. Weasel was just laying there dead on the kitchen floor since about 2am (I'm pretty sure) and everybody was walking around him like it was nothing but a thing.

When Nutty died, one cat, Frankie, seemed to notice. She stayed with us during the last hour when we had Nutty on the couch and were petting and speaking to him, and not in the way of all the animals every other time of "hey, if you're giving out lovin' you should be giving it to mememe." She just sat there with us and looked down at Nutty from the top of the couch.

We took the dogs out to the place where Nutty was buried. For a time, we had Nutty's body wrapped up in cloth and set him on a table under an open tent while we attended to various matters. Dennis sat vigil in front of the table the whole time, facing out the tent entrance with his back to Nutty. I've never seen Dennis just sit down outside before, he only sits when a treat is in the offing. After we buried Nutty and walked away, Abby just sat there for several minutes at the head of the grave, looking off into space. I've never seen that sitting from Abby either, especially when we are walking away, she would always want to be following right behind us.

Then we came home and Abby and Dennis ran around acting all confused, like, "I smell Nutty but where the heck is he?"

Animals are weird.

Abby and Dennis



I figured since I have written about Abby and Dennis I would show you a photo of them. I am a lousy photographer. L-R: Abby, Dennis, Pam.

Everyone must post bad photos of their animals on the Internet! Truly it is the meaning of life.

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Senor Nutty RIP


Nutty died this afternoon around 2pm. He was about 13 and a half. He never fully recovered from his pneumonia of last month and took a serious downturn over the last few days. He went peacefully at home with me and Pam by his side. I've had a lot of dogs, but Nutty has always been most special to me. I don't think I'll have much else to say for the next couple days.

Running of the Bulls








I love the Running of the Bulls. ESPN used to cover it, then two years ago Outdoor Life Network did an excellent job with their live daily reports, but last year, nada. I was broken hearted. If anyone knows of US televison of coverage of next week's edition, leave me a comment and I will be forever grateful. If you write to ESPN to demand they bring it back, could you also put in a word for Sumo Daily Digest? Sumo rules.

Meanwhile, I will try out this picture posting doohickey and see if it works. Since it wasn't on TV, I went last year with my friend and exalted leader, LPNC Chair Thomas Hill. We had a great time! The people of Pamplona are certainly the friendliest most hospitable folks you'd ever want to meet, and boy howdy do they know how to party! As you can see from the photos, Thomas fared better than I did. Don't worry, I only got a couple of scrapes, nothing yet another bottle of their most excellent wine couldn't cure. But those steaks were tasty!

Monday, June 27, 2005

WXDU Playlist 6/27/05

song - artist - album

All Blues - Miles Davis - Kind of Blue
Coral Fingers - Feathers - Absolute Noon
Assembled by 33 - Pedro - Early Pedro
Seeds Crossing the Interstellar Wind - Radio Massacre International - Emissaries
I Am a Pilgrim - the Country Gentlemen - Smithsonian Folkways Classic Southern Gospel
Aguis Mahasnik Biman - Rasha - Rough Guide to the Music of the Sudan
Solar Sperm - Cirrus Minor - Tox Uthat
(track 4) - Saxon Shore - Luck Will Not Save Us from a Jackpot of Nothing
Totally Together - Jackie Mittoo - The Keyboard King at Studio One
Personal Jesus - Johnny Cash - The Man Comes Around
Way Back When pt.3- John Surman - Way Back When
Pseudologia Fantastica - Chef Menteur - We Await Silent Tristero's Empire
Be Wafa - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan & Party - Intoxicated Spirit
Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie - Folkways: The Original Vision
For All You Happy People - Jaga Jazzist - Why We Must
What is the Light? - Nobody - And Everything Else...
Messages - Vikter Duplaix - Singles
Ebaadat - Amjad Ali Khan - Moksha
Lunamuse - Kay Gardner - Mooncircles
Sweet Little Kitten - Husky Rescue - Country Falls
Soma Holiday - GOL - One AD
Overjaget - Eric Malmberg - Den Gatfulla Manniskan
I Heard My Mother Call My Name in Prayer- Ricky Skaggs & Kentucky Thunder - Live at the Charleston Music Hall
Quebra Mar - Luiz Bonifa - Solo in Rio 1959
Colores - Dzihan & Kamien - Freaks and Icons
Floating in the Clearest Night - Colleen - The Golden Morning Breaks
(track 4) - Kid Loco - The Graffiti Artist soundtrack
The Surface of a Young Planet - Omicron - Ambient Systems
2:2 - Brian Eno - Music for Airports
Behmanka - Mamadou Diabate - Behmanka

Saturday, June 25, 2005

WXDU playlist 6/25/05

song - artist

She Lives in a Time of Her Own - 13th Floor Elevators
A Minha Menina - Os Mutantes
BBQ - Cibo Matto
Taxman @45 - the Beatles
Joints and Jam - Black Eyed Peas
Flower in the Sun - Janis Joplin
the Loco-Motion - Little Eva
Get Up, Stand Up - the Wailers
I'm the Only Hell My Mama Raised - Hank Williams Jr
Your Love is a Drug - Puffy Amiyumi
Acid Party - Very Important Music
CIA Man @45 - the Fugs
LSD is a Bomb - Radioactive Goldfish
Sa Sabine - Les Sans Cullottes
Top Secret Man/Copy - Plastics
Get On the Good Foot - James Brown
Spice - Eon
ABC Wide World of Sports Theme
Hangin on the Telephone - Blondie
Georgy Girl - the Seekers
Hear the Wind Howl - Leo Kottke
One More Parade - They Might be Giants
Mar Teb Yelal Kafesh - Mahmoud Ahmed
Feeling - Oxy
Love of the Common Man - Todd Rundgren
Happiness - YLK Organisation
Big Yellow Taxi @45 - Joni Mitchell
Herjazz - Huggy Bear
Letter to the Censors - Mano Negra
Angry White Boy Polka - Weird Al Yankovic
Whoever You Are - Geggy Tah
Do Lord - Johnny Cash

New Blog

I have started a second blog, The NC Way, as an outlet for my news and opinions about the Libertarian Party. I have plenty to say about that, but couldn't bring myself to bore my friends and neighbors with it. If you are here looking for that, welcome here and check out the new blog too. Thanks!

More music tonight

I'm subbing for Theo tonight from 10pm to midnight on WXDU 88.7FM (or online by clicking the link in the title). Theo's show is French music, but I'm not well versed enough in it to follow his theme except maybe to toss in some Le Nombre or Les Yper Sound, so I'll just play a freeform show appropriate to the time. That time of week is party time, so it should be a fun rock'n'roll show. I have a few cassettes I've wanted to use for my show and now that I have an inkling of how to play them on air (thanks James!) I'll experiment a little with that. I'll also experiment with posting my playlist here in real time. Should be fun!

Be sure to tune in to my regular quiet time show Monday mornings 2-5am.

Don't raise taxes, cut corporate welfare

It's been a rough week. I meant to post this one much earlier, but fortunately it's still timely.

John Schelp had a fantastic op-ed in Sunday's Durham paper. I am less active in my neighborhood association than I would like, mostly because I don't do Mondays and that's when they meet. It's budget time for both the city and the county, and our neighborhood activists have come up with some needed proposals for improving services, particularly the courts and animal control.

What makes John's column so welcome is that he looks beyond the simple urge to just raise taxes to pay for these programs. Instead he suggests we look for the funding in the millions in local corporate welfare being doled out. "We all need to look at the 'downtown' money flowing south of the railroad tracks to benefit Capitol Broadcasting: $16 million for the Bulls, $43 million for the new parking decks and now $18 million for a new theater."

John asks the right questions about who is asking for all this corporate welfare and what benefits we have truly received from it all. He begins by pointing out the very first thing that needs to be cut from any government budget, giving taxpayer money to advocacy groups so they can lobby for more taxpayer money. Downtown Durham Inc. (DDI) is the main advocacy group for the above wish list, receiving $181,000 annually to promote their agenda. With this dynamic of public funding of advocacy groups, it is far more likely that such organziations work for their corporate and political special interests than the true needs of the people.

All this corporate welfare, and DDI's core mission, is allegedly to promote downtown development. So, after twelve years of their tireless efforts, what does DDI have to show? Less than nothing, as Main Street is just as moribund as it was when they started and businesses from other parts of town are lured to the American Tobacco corporate welfare zone, causing no net gains citywide. John writes, "The rich get richer while gateway business districts like Fayetteville Street and Northeast Central Durham only watch while business subsidies flow to the American Tobacco District."

And that is what really gets under my skin about all this corporate welfare. It's the classic reverse Robin Hood scheme, robbing from the poor to give to the rich. Jim Goodmon, President of Capital Broadcasting as well as the owner of the Durham Bulls and the American Tobacco Project, is already one of the richest men in the Triangle. Why are we giving him millions more dollars in taxpayer money? Doesn't he have enough already to pay for his own business ventures? And if his business ventures won't be profitable to him and his shareholders, why should we be forced to pay for them? Similarly, Duke University has an endowment value of almost $2 billion. Why should we be forced to pay for a new performing arts theater when Duke has the money and the willingness to do it themselves?

This junk is foisted on us because they tell us it will create jobs and increase the tax base. So why are the city and county wanting to raise taxes and fees on all of us to keep paying for these projects? If they truly increase the tax base, shouldn't regular citizens be seeing a tax cut instead? John points out that these incentive programs succeed not by creating new jobs and businesses but by stealing them from elsewhere in the city. Overall, many studies have shown that small businesses create over 80% of new jobs. So why are we taxing and regulating small businesses to death, our real engine of economic growth, to pay for these corporate pipedreams?

Here's an idea for real downtown development. Why not get rid of all that pesky corporate welfare and replace it with tax breaks and exemption from regulations for the core downtown district? Make it a free enterprise zone, where the inducement to set up shop downtown becomes lower costs and less red tape, rather than being bribed with our own money. Many cities across the country have revitalized their downtowns with this approach, while those who use the subsidy and regulation paradigm most often fail to produce any constructive results.

As a Libertarian, I believe that government should do few things and do them very well. We need an efficient court system that keeps criminals off the streets and a fully funded animal control department to keep up with the problems of our growing stray animal population. We don't need to keep raising taxes just to hand it over to our richest citizens and corporations, while these core civic needs struggle for adequate support. And we definitely don't need to cannibalize the truly productive and vibrant business districts in our city just so we can feel good about some new palace of corporate welfare near downtown.

Thanks John!

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Burning crosses aren't our only problem

Cash Michaels had some most insightful things to say in his June 2nd "Cash in the Apple" column in the Carolinian. (Link is to the Wilmington Journal version because the Carolinian is still not on the web.) Scroll down to the subheader "Burning Crosses in Durham" for the commentary.

You'd think that some yahoos burning crosses is a repugnant throwback to an era we had thought was long past. And you'd be right. But that's not the only example. Cash digs deeper and notes some examples that few in Durham want to acknowledge.

"First," Cash writes, "a federal jury agrees that seven black NCDOT workers suffered in a 'racially hostile work environment,' but didn’t believe anyone was responsible, so they awarded no damages. Weird."

Before you start arguing about political correctness, you tell me if you'd be comfortable in a work environment where your co-workers attach hanging nooses from the rafters, or spout racist junk with impunity and then claim they're just "making jokes," or scratch pro-KKK graffiti into the bathroom walls. Not only did the court find that no one was responsible and awarded no damages, no disciplinary action was taken against the employees who admitted they did these things.

Cash also cites, "the white leader of a petition drive in Durham to replace the black members of the Durham School Board, who went on television recently and said the 'little black' children of the Bull City have poor role models on the school board, and the Concerned Black Citizens of Durham was a 'racist' organization, simply because it had the word in its name."

Here I think he let them off too lightly. It's not just one person but a whole group, at least if "Concerned Citizens for Accountable Government" leader Charlotte Woods is to be believed. Unfortunately, they only want to hold black public officials accountable.

First, a little background. Our county school board has a bizarre "4-2-1" system of districting which pretty much guarantees a board of four whites and three blacks, and thus a racial division on all school issues which the whites always win. This racial gerrymandering is wrong and needs to change, certainly. But I can't go with the current petition to change it because more White Power isn't the solution I am seeking.

Our school board meetings are chaotic at best because they are bogged down over whether or not they are even going to listen to parents. Angry protestors being dragged off the jail is a regular part of the agenda. Many like Ms. Woods want to make the protesters the issue, but few want to ask the obvious question, why are they so angry?

I'm not endorsing every issue of the angry parents. Anger does lead to some sloppy thinking. Some issues are silly, like the accusations that one black principal is somehow a race traitor because she insists on discipline and higher academic standards in her school. But I can tell you what angers me.

Black boys are treated as potential criminals far more than they are treated as potential scholars from the moment they enter the system. The goal of most government schools is to control children first, and then fill their minds with government propaganda. That leaves little time for actually teaching anything. So much the intersection of law and education these days centers around not letting kids simply be kids. You can see this even in predominantly white schools like in Chapel Hill, but this ugly dynamic produces truly absurd results in a system like ours which has far more black students.

Our school board and our (white) superintendent adamantly refuse to address this issue. They want a one size fits all standard, typical of government thinking. Not only does this ignore obvious racial and cultural differences among our students, it denies the uniqueness of all human beings. And because anger puts people off, these alleged leaders are somewhat successful at making the anger itself an issue while completely ignoring what makes these parents angry.

They would be wise to heed the wisdom of John Kennedy when he said, "Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable." Meanwhile, black parents would be wise to vote with their feet and check out options like the National African-American Homeschoolers Alliance.

But I digress. My point is we must recognize that our racial divide in Durham is far deeper and more subtle than simply a few burning crosses. We just don't listen to each other at all. My own recognition of this came when a few years back I got involved with a group of folks seeking justice for Catherine Capps, an elderly black woman who was the victim of an errant police raid in the insane war on drugs. Long story short, I and other local Libertarians saw this as simple matter of justice. We didn't think about the race of the victim. I appealed to several white-dominated political groups who agree at least in theory that the war on drugs automatically leads to such dramatic infringements on liberty. But when it came time to act, I looked around and the only white faces I saw were ours.

I tried the line of, "how would you feel if it were your grandmother?" But I discovered this appeal had no resonance, because this kind of thing simply doesn't happen in white neighborhoods. People have a strong tendency to only see what happens to them, to their own, or in their own neighborhood.

We can't solve racial problems this way, never venturing from the comfort zone of our own little communities. We have to get together, talk to each other, and most importantly listen to each other. We have to set aside how we live for a moment to be able to understand how others live. Insisting that black people act just like white people is not a working solution. We have to start thinking in terms of what is the right thing to do, not what is the white thing to do.

What can one person do in the face of all this? All I know I can do is live my life according to the kind of society I want to live in. That starts with honoring the uniqueness of every person, along with the understanding that every human being is indeed another person like myself and not just some "other." It starts with accepting that every person has their own right to life, liberty and their pursuit of their own happiness just as I do, simply by drawing breath. It starts with automatically giving all people respect for being themselves rather than wishing that they were all more like me.

I said this a lot better in an old column on Libertarians and Race.

Despite all these problems, I have to say that I have lived and traveled all across this country and Durham has better race relations than just about anywhere else. We have shown that we can work and live together in most aspects of life. We can get together socially and culturally without indulging any racism. Most all of us have friends of all races and don't think about race when making new friends or accepting new coworkers. It's only in politics and in education that we clash.

I would even say that these public arguments are a positive sign. At least we deal with them out in the open, which is preferable to ignoring them entirely as many communities do. It's something we all have to work through to get to the other side and truly start living in the colorblind society. But we still fail to extend our racially easygoing lifestyle to our politics.

It's this positive aspect of our racial conflicts that makes Durham a target of the cross burners. They don't want us to move forward to the colorblind society. They recognize that Durham is where the battle is engaged.

The cross burners need to be brought to a harsh justice to get us some healing in Durham. But we would be making a critical mistake if we just go back to our complacent state of not listening once that happens. Solving this crime will not solve the underlying problems.

Monday, June 20, 2005

Radio Playlist 6/20/05

Here's the set I'm just finishing up now:

song-artist-album

Mutescreamer - Beans - Now Soon Someday
The Arrival - Aja West & Cheeba - Flash and Snowball
Midnight Marauders - Jo Dukie & Fitchie - The Sound of Dub
Tanzmusik - Kraftwerk - Ralf & Florian
Slimcea Girl - Mono - Formica Blues
Assembled By - Pedro - Early Pedro
What is the Light? - Nobody - And Everything Else?
Deep S*** - Kruder & Dorfmeister - The Rebirth of Cool 3
Dark End Road - Lowlights - Dark End Road
Psuedologia Fantastica - Chef Menteur - We Await Silent Tristero's Empire
Saudosismo - Gal Costa - Gal Costa
My Funny Friend Scott - Mice Parade - The True Meaning of Boodleybaye
Way Back When pt 3 - John Surman - Way Back When
All You Have to Do is Relax and Listen - M'lumbo vs. Kobalt 6 - Spinning Tourists in a City of Ghosts
Pretty Boy Floyd - Woody Guthrie - Folkways: The Original Vision
Earth People - Dr. Octagon - Dr. Octagonycologist
Experience - Gentle Giant - In a Glass House
Coral Fingers - Feathers - Absolute Noon
Fragile or Possibly Extinct - The Mercury Program - A Data Learn the Language
Ha Ha Ha - Shukar Collective - Urban Gypsy
Quebra Mar - Luiz Bonifa - Solo in Rio 1959
Raise - Greg Osby - DJ Smash Presents Phonography
Eyliyohu Hanovi - the Klezmatics - Brother Moses Smote the Water
Overjaget - Eric Malmberg - Den Gatfalla Manniskan
The Emissaries Reveal Themselves - Radio Massacre International - Emissaries
I Want To - Born Heller - Born Heller
For All You Happy People - Jaga Jazzist - What We Must
Luna Llena - Susana Baca - Susanna Baca
(track 4) - Kid Loco - The Graffitti Artist soundtrack
Taking the Back Stairs - Mecca Normal - Water Cuts My Hands
Kali - State of Bengal vs. Paban das Baul - Tana Tani
Floating in the Clearest Night - Colleen - The Golden Morning Breaks
Crazy - Outside - The Rebirth of Cool 2
The Siren's Admonition - Josephine Foster - Hazel Eyes, I Will Lead You
This Guy's in Love - Stanley Turrentine - The Blue Series Sampler
Maa Durga - Amjad Ali Khan - Moksha

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Take Back Our State

I'm going to our Take Back Our State Rally. Hope to see you there!

Saturday, June 18, 2005

Protect Society from Myself

My theory is that many people who rail about gun control, child abuse, drugs and other forms of heavy handed government social control are in it precisely because they are battling their own demons. You know, like the old cliche of the Baptist preacher who gets on the town's anti-porn committee so he can see all the porn for himself.

Here's today's example, Police Chief Bobby Sauls.

The Cast of Characters

My beloved sweetie Pam and I live in what I call our personal animal shelter. We have three dogs and eight cats. I was really worried about the seventh cat. I figured, hey we went into double digits, what's stopping us from making it triple digits? I was convinced that the next time you'd read about me in the newspaper again it would be about us being led away in handcuffs as rescue workers from seven states are called in the excavate the mess. But we seem to have stabalized our numbers for now.

I worried about getting involved with a cat person. I always hated living with other people's cats because they'd invariably mistake my bed for the litterbox or equally heinous cat crimes. But the moment I first visited Pam at her old house, my fears were dispelled. Being a genius, she had discovered the secret. She uses alfalfa pellets as kitty litter. They work great, very absorbant and best of all they go a very long way to neutralize the smell. Having grown up in Oklahoma, I found the faint whiff of alfalfa that greeted me at her front door far more pleasant than the scent I expected.

Some day soon I'll figure out how to attach pictures.

Nutty is the dean of the household, the cutest little mutt anyone has ever seen, with a kind of Son of Benji look. Known as "the heartbreaker" at my vet's. He's 13 now and slowing down a bit. Nutty just got over pneumonia, which apparantly is much harder on dogs than on people, and he sometimes needs help getting up and down the stairs to go outside. I'm very attached to the fellow, he and I have been through a lot together, both marriages and the time in between. We got him when I was still married to Sarah, and when we split we decided custody based pretty much on who stole - uh, I mean rescued - which dog. Sarah still has the Thirteen (who I think is 15 now), but sadly Lena died earlier this year. Anyway, when I was single Nutty taught me that you really can't spend too much time feeling sorry for yourself in the presence of the unconditional love only a dog can offer. That crappy day at work just melts away when you open the door and see that tail a-waggin'. It's funny because I started out just hating that dog. He was tied to the other side of the fence beneath our bedroom window and every night from midnight to dawn he would just not stop barking his displeasure. As soon as he got into the house his disposition totally changed. Once liberated from the fence, he set up camp on our porch, staring at our door, thinking "if I can just get past that door everything will be great." So I call him our Died and Gone to Heaven Boy. But he never showed an interest in sleeping on the bed until Hurricane Fran.

Abby is a needy girl. I have no idea what her breed mix is, except that it's about 60 pounds but she still thinks she's a lapdog. She just wants so much to be good, probably because she spent the first 1.5 years of her life tied to a tree down the street. We got her very much the same way we got Nutty. After too many incidents of the dog getting loose with no one at her home, we finally just put her inside our own fence. After a couple days I finally spotted the brother-in-law of the dog owner, who also lived there, talking on a cell phone outside. He spotted me too, and went into a soto voce mode. "You know, your dog is inside the neighbor's fence," loud enough for me to hear three houses away. So I went up and said we'd be happy to keep her if the owner didn't want her anymore. "The guy says he'll keep the dog. You want that don't you?" By then my suspicion was completely confirmed, that everybody else in the extended family was tired of looking after this dog he was always neglecting. So not only did we get a wonderful new dog, we also solved a neighbor's family crisis. Bonus. It is all my fault that she keeps sleeping on the bed.

Dennis was named after the hurricane because that's when we took him in. I'm guessing he's at least part chow, almost all black with the barest white accents. He was a stray hanging out closer and closer to our house over the course of a year and a half. Eventually he made his home underneath my broken down station wagon in the driveway. (No North Carolina home is complete without either a broken down vehicle and/or indoor furniture out front.) I knew as soon as he would let Pam actually touch him, he was ours. He was crazy paranoid, ate very little and almost never slept because he was so worried. He had this bizarre habit of looking straight up in the sky with rapt attention. We conjectured he was talking to angels. I mean, what else could it be? Anyway, once we got him in and cleaned up we started understanding. He had to have most of front teeth removed because they had worn down to the nerve, and then all of a sudden he had an appetite worthy of a dog now that it didn't hurt to eat anymore. We washed more flea dirt off of him than I thought could possibly be on one dog. Inside the house, in a different light, his angel talking behavior became clear. Turns out he was tracking flying bugs. He hates bugs, they are his tormentors. He has honed his attention so much that he can actually leap up and snatch flies out of midair. It's only annoying when he mistakes a floating dust mote for an insect. He makes funny monkey like noises when he wants attention, and makes facial expressions just like Sparky on South Park, which is just too cute. And he sleeps much better now. To this date the most beautiful noise I have ever heard was the first time I caught him snoring.

I still think Pam should write that children's book, "The Dog Who Talks with Angels."

Wow, that's a lot. I guess I will have to bore you to tears with descriptions of cats you will probably never meet later.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

OK Doug, you can stop calling now

I'll explain this just once, why Genus Haha? Because to my knowledge it is the only English language anagram of my name. Suits me fine.

My Next Door Neighbors

Now I've always liked our next door neighbors, a collection of apparently unrelated very nice quiet women. Perfect neighbors, very nice when we speak and otherwise they keep to themselves. I found out the other day it's a halfway house for mental patients. I was told this finally because one of the ladies has taken a real shine to me and Pam, probably because we are always waving and saying howdy when we see her. Last week she said she was getting married the next day in Virginia Beach and invited us to the wedding, even said she would give us a ride there and she really really wanted us to attend. When I saw her the next afternoon, I asked her why she wasn't in Virginia Beach yet, and she said she's going but first they are having a big wedding party here which was just about ready to start and again was most insistent that we come over. So Pam went over and that's when she was informed about how it was a group home and while it's perfectly ok to interact with the residents we really shouldn't come inside. I already suspected the bride to be was crazy, but I figured at least it's the nice kind of crazy. She has a kind heart, which puts her far ahead of most allegedly sane people I know.

Where to Find Me

There are two main places where you can find me on the web.

One is Liberty For All, where I have a column called The NC Way and publish other pieces. Mostly these are journalistic or opinion pieces covering the Libertarian Party. I'm sure I'll post links to my articles there frequently.

Another is my escape from politics, WXDU, Duke University radio. I'm on from 2-5am Monday mornings, and you can use the nifty ogg vorbis stream at that site to listen. My show is very much downtempo, a mix of jazz, electronica and world music, with at least one country gospel song and one insanely popular hit mixed in. I love the time slot, the quiet transition from the weekend to the week, the most peaceful three hours of the whole week.

Besides Libertarian politics and music, my other main topic of interest is my town of Durham NC. I love living in Durham. Y'all should come visit!