A Trump Rally
In October 2016, I attended a Trump rally in Naples, Florida. I was and am not a Trump fan, I vote Democrat all the way, but I was curious to see what was so compelling about this cartoonish figure. I figured this was my last opportunity to see him in this way. There was no chance he’d win the presidential election the following month. As I recall, the rally was held in a field. As I walked toward the gathering crowd, an older white man looked at me and said: “Isn’t this great?” Out front, a Black man was selling Trump-themed T-shirts. Eventually, the president-who-surely-wouldn’t-be made a dramatic arrival in a helicopter. Most of the attendees, largely white, hooted in excitement. Finally, Trump made his way to the stage. He was taller than I expected, and while I find his politics utterly repellent, I could see there was something compelling about him. His strongman delivery offered comfort to people who perceived themselves as weak and under threat and wanted to protect their way of life, a way of life based on the exploitation of others and the devaluation of people of color. They didn’t think of themselves as white supremacists, but they were. Trump appealed to their closeted desires: for a man in a blue suit wearing an invisible Klu Klux Klan robe to restore their place in the world, one in which anyone who wasn’t white had no right to exist, to be heard, to vote. At a certain point, the attendees started chanting: “Lock her up!” The only thing more apparent than their racism was their misogyny. Eventually, I left. It was a weird window into an awful world, but surely it wouldn’t lead to a presidency. Yet, here we are. Four years later, the country has been turned topsy-turvy, by a sociopath. Here’s hoping for an empath as our next president.
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The Swing
Last weekend, this photo appeared on my Facebook Memories. Five years earlier, on October 25, 2015, I’d taken the photo at the Carey Institute for Global Good. I had arrived that day because I’d been chosen to become a member of the first cohort to attend what’s now known as the Logan Nonfiction Program. The promise of the program is simple: Give creatives the time and space to create, and they will do great things. There, I met my peers, some of whom remain my friends to this day. For the first time, I immersed myself in the project that is the book I’m writing. I spent a month in Rensselaerville, New York, watching the leaves turn, drinking gin, eating salads for breakfast, hiking in the woods, inspecting a pentagon-shaped writing shed where Andy Rooney had worked, and taking myself seriously as a creator. That experience really changed my life. And I’m so thankful for it. It took a long time, but it took me to where I am today. If you’re interested in being a part of the program, you should apply when they reopen.
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I've Been Counted
Both California and Los Angeles County have been very aggressive about reminding people to vote. Early on, I signed up for BallotTrax, which enabled me to track my ballot. About a week after I got my ballot in the mail, I filled it out, consulting the endorsements from The Los Angeles Times. Then I drove down the street and dropped it in an official ballot box. Last week, I checked the status of my ballot. I was a little concerned there might be an issue, perhaps if my signatures didn’t match. But my ballot was approved and counted. I’m 100% Joe Biden / Kamala Harris and hope that they’ll prevail in November and lead the charge to turn around this country.
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The Canary in the Data Mine
Image via Sensity
I’ve launched a privacy newsletter that spies on the people who are spying on you: The Canary in the Data Mine. It’s about privacy, surveillance, and cybersecurity. The first installment considers, among other things, why Jeffrey Toobin was jerking off during a work meeting. Read it here. Subscribe here.
An excerpt:
“I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention The New Yorker scribe Jeffrey Toobin’s Zoom incident, in which the journalist was caught jerking his meat during a virtual work meeting. Generally, I follow the Bible on such matters—see John 8:7: ‘He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone’—but Toobin’s tubin’ merits a closer look.”
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Naked in NYC
Last weekend, my NYC-based photographer friend Nikola Tamindzic was part of an art show supporting NYC artists and featuring work they’d created during the pandemic. One of the prints he was selling was a photo he took of me, remotely, during the early days of the pandemic. What a delight to be included.
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The Lab Rats
A scene from “Wormwood”
In my latest newsletter, “We’re All Lab Rats Now,” I share some of the research I’ve been doing for the book I’m writing. As I write in my newsletter, my book is called Data Baby: How a Psychological Experiment Turned Me into a Human Lab Rat; it’ll be published by Hachette Books; and it’s about psychology, privacy, and whether or not you can predict who a child will grow up to be. Read my latest newsletter here. Subscribe here.
An excerpt:
“I mean, you didn’t think me living in Burbank was just some sort of coincidence, did you? (See: Truman Burbank from ‘The Truman Show.’)”
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The Oblongs
For an upcoming series on HILOBROW, I’ll be writing about “The Oblongs.” I’ll post a link to the essay when it’s live on the site. In the meantime, here’s my last one.
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What I'm Watching
I’m watching “Berkeley in the Sixties.” Watch it on Fandor on Amazon Prime.
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What I'm Reading
I’m reading “Taking Back Our Privacy” by Anna Wiener in The New Yorker.
An excerpt:
“Acton and Marlinspike wanted to demonstrate that it is possible to build mainstream technology that is not beholden to the incentives of venture capital, or to markets, despite the overwhelming cost of producing and maintaining software. Signal has always been remote. Its nonprofit status protects it from outside interests demanding rapid returns. Nonprofits cannot be acquired by for-profit companies, so there will be no repeat of what happened between Whisper Systems and Twitter, or between WhatsApp and Facebook. Acton told me, ‘The user is the customer, and we can actually put them first in terms of what their needs and their desires are, rather than a corporate bottom line or a profit motive or anything else. To me, it’s a powerful message to deliver.’”
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Mannequins
In this week’s newsletter, I wrote about mannequins. Subscribe to my newsletter.
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Serendipity
I had to drive across town this morning for an appointment, and on my way there, I drove past Trashy Lingerie, a Los Angeles institution when it comes to members-only lingerie stores. In any case, it was still dark when I drove by the first time, so I made a mental note to drive past it again on my return. By the time I returned, it was no longer dark out, and there was a woman out front. She was surrounded by several boxes and various mannequin parts. I got out of the car and took several photographs, including this one of the torso and head of a mannequin supine on a box. I’ve been taking photos of mannequins for over 20 years. They’re easier to photograph than humans. They don’t move when you go to shoot them.
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Before & After
A before and after shot of the adult business ad vans. See more on my Instagram.
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I Voted
I voted. Joe and Kamala all the way. Here’s hoping for a blue wave in November.
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Let's Ride
A recent shot of East Hollywood from my Instagram. Follow me here for more.
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I'm Writing a Book
I’m writing a book. It’s a memoir. It’s called Data Baby. It’ll be published by Hachette Books. Thanks to everyone who helped make this book happen.
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NoHo Mannequin
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Mank
Check out the trailer for “Mank,” forthcoming from David Fincher by way of Netflix.
“1930s Hollywood is reevaluated through the eyes of scathing social critic and alcoholic screenwriter Herman J. Mankiewicz (Gary Oldman) as he races to finish the screenplay of Citizen Kane.”
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Hollywood Is Reading
There’s an interesting article in the Los Angeles Times about Hollywood gobbling up the dramatic rights to books. All those unbusy producers have been spending their time reading, and optioning, apparently.
An excerpt:
“Like housebound folks across the country, studio executives, filmmakers and actors have had far more time to read books. That newfound availability, coupled with streaming services’ and media companies’ insatiable appetite for fresh material, has led to a substantial uptick in sales, according to agents and producers.”
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From the Archives
From left to right:
A woman at an adult convention in Rosemead, IL
Attendees at the AVN Awards in Las Vegas, NV
A porn star at an adult convention in Las Vegas, NV
(All photos by me.)
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