San Francisco Bay at night
At night, looking down on San Francisco from a descending plane, the cars look like little ants going up and down the highways. I got off the plane, took an escalator, elevator, train, car, then another train, then a bike, until finally arriving at some friends’ house in Davis, California, as part of a book tour with Dancing with Dynamite. (I’ll be in Sacramento and all over the Bay Area this coming week. Check out the tour dates and details here.)
Article on my book talks, below “Pets of the Week” in Davis newspaper
On Friday, March 4, I spoke with a crowd of students, teachers and activists at UC Davis, where the flowers are in blossom and there are bike paths snaking throughout the city. People there were particularly interested in discussing the lessons that can be learned from Latin American social movement victories. That same day I went to the Avid Reader in Davis, where some people asked questions about Cuba’s influence in the region, and were impressed with the story of Take Back the Land in Miami, which has been pairing homeless people with foreclosed homes.
Following the bookstore event, I wandered over to a bar with new and old friends from around the hemisphere, where we sat around a fire outside talking about Argentinean rock and bad presidents.
Days earlier on a visit to New Orleans, a guitarist howled the blues in one bar where graffiti in the bathroom lamented the BP oil spill. Another graffiti artist had responded on the ancient walls: “Don’t blame me, I voted for anarchy.”