As I write this, the battle for control over the country’s intelligence agencies rages on. There is chaos in Washington, D.C., where Congress is back in session and the signals coming from Trump Tower are already colliding with the government.
Yesterday the Senate Armed Services Committee interrogated Director of National Intelligence James Clapper, who reiterated that Russian agents interfered in the U.S. election and dismissed the credibility of WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange a day after the president-elect appeared to back Assange over the Intelligence Community. Read more »
As the New Year starts, the world seems to be stepping into a new era — literally. As if, all of a sudden, the Gregorian calendar is no longer valid and the world needs to start counting from the beginning. On January 20 of the year 2017, according to the old calendar, the new Trumpian calendar will start the first day of the first month in Year 0001.
The world is obsessed with Donald Trump. I work with the news and do commentary stories and reporting, so I have to read through and filter a lot of material every day. In the 25 years that I have been working in the field of the professional news business, I never experienced one single news story that would occupy so much space as Donald Trump currently does. Perhaps terrorism can match Trump for the story that we all live and chew at the moment, but little — if anything — else does.
So no matter where we look — wherever our already Trump-saturated minds may seek asylum — Donald Trump always pops up again out of nowhere. Read more »
I do not make art. But I do consume it. And if I am happy for anything — besides meeting old friends in New York over the holidays — it’s that I learned from a man by the name of Kerry James Marshall. Until I saw his show at the Met, I didn’t know anything about him. Nothing, nada. I had gone to Met with my wife to see Paul Klee, whom I adore because of his crystal-clear ideas and presentation. Every time I see Klee, his art makes me happy. With his art, I can travel to places I’ve never been. Had I left the gallery having seen Klee’s art only, I would have been happy enough. I was sazio di arte, as Italians would say — “full of art.” Read more »