The Talking Head

Back in the autumn, CCTV America asked me to come on their business newscast and talk about the EU’s “right to be forgotten” law. Since then, I’ve been on to talk about the social effects of media. Verdict: being on TV is fun.

I try to remember everything I can about the right to be forgotten.

I try to remember everything I can about the right to be forgotten.

I talk about why Internet access is now governed by

I talk about why Internet access is now governed by “common carrier” law, and what that means.

At NYU’s Interactive Telecommunications Program, the Future is in Play

Back in the Spring, I took up an offer to take a backstage tour of NYU’s Interactive Telecommunications Program, aka “The Center for the Recently Possible.” I think of it as a Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory of new media and technology graduate programs. What the kids there are doing is what we’ll all be thinking about or plugging into in the near future.

My strategy was to hang around with a notebook, bug the students standing next to crazy looking contraptions, and write down what they said that I could (mostly) comprehend. The result was this piece for PBS MediaShift. Did I stumble on any everlasting gobstoppers? You be the judge.

At the Huffington Post, I say why Google’s removal of news links in the EU is a good thing

homepage.gifI’m not in favor of censorship. But I do believe that the questions raised by the “right to be forgotten” highlight our need for noncommercial search, or for making sure there is more than just one dominant player.

Read the full story here.

How I avoid financial anxiety, or, the three bucket system

[DISCLAIMER: I am not a financial wizard, or even a particularly financially literate person, and in this I think I am pretty typical. But I am a solvent New Yorker who is not a member of the 1 percent, and in that I think I am fairly atypical, at least in the artsy fartsy circles I move in. The three bucket system is the only financial tool that has ever been of use to me, mostly because it is the only financial tool that I’ve ever been able to completely understand. For all I know, what I’ve written below is nothing more than common sense and I will look like a fool for devoting a whole post to it. Either way, I think it’s worth mentioning.]

As kids, our financial lives are pretty simple. If we are lucky enough to grow up in a household that can afford it, we get a monthly or weekly allowance that we can save, or spend on whatever we want.

As grown-ups, we don’t have this clarity. There is no parent doling out a reasonable amount of money each month for us to play with. We have to parent ourselves. Unfortunately for me, my money skills as an adult have for the most part been about as advanced as those of my kid self, who blew his entire childhood allowance at the local used bookstore. I mean this literally. With the amount of money I have dropped on books since college I probably could’ve financed a small home somewhere by now. (See this post).

But about two years ago, I read about the three bucket system of personal finance. “Three bucket system” is my name for it. The website where I read about it had a much better one, but I have forgotten both the name and the site. I’m pretty sure it’s a widespread concept, so I don’t think I’m plagiarizing by summarizing it here.

Here’s how it works.

First, I take my yearly income and divide it by twelve. This tells me how big a balance I have to work with each month. Then, just before the start of each month, I take the equivalent of my monthly balance and distribute it into three separate accounts, or “buckets,” each reserved for a distinct purpose. I actually use three different bank accounts, because that’s the easiest way for me to keep each bucket totally separate from the others.

Bucket 1: My fixed monthly expenses. Another way to think of this bucket is as “the money it takes just to f*ing exist” bucket. This can be a lot of money, especially in New York City. (more…)

For Kyle

Once on a rock by the sea sat five boys singing. I was one of the boys and so was my friend Kyle Billing. The others were bashful at first, but Kyle and I raised our voices and soon everybody joined in. Against the sound of the crashing surf we sang unselfconsciously, anything we could remember: “A Fugue for Tinhornsfrom Guys and Dolls, “Be Our Guest!” from Beauty and the Beast, and Row, Row, Row Your Boat. We recited tongue twisters and lines from movies, told stupid jokes, and argued about the existence of God. After the sun set, we crossed a dark road by starlight and stayed up late in the beach house, talking and playing games.

I was fifteen and a freshman, and the other boys were seniors in their first summer of life after high school. I had been allowed into their circle by its leader, a dashing blond boy who had been both captain of the tennis team and the lead in the spring musical. I idolized that group as my high school’s artistic elite. One of them designed lighting for the school plays, another played the jazz saxophone and had read everything, another had a caustic wit, and another wrote a column for the school paper. Kyle painted and drew and he was good. His paintings not only looked like what they were supposed to, but they had style. Looking back, I imagine that I was tolerated by that bunch more with kindness than real affection, but with Kyle I remember always feeling like an equal.

He was tall and slender, with floppy brown hair which he was always running his fingers through in a kind of befuddlement with everything. He managed to crack everybody up without quite trying to. His impression of Steve Martin as Ruprecht from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels cracks me up even now. In a school of sunny courtyards and boys in athletic gear, Kyle gave me permission to sit in the shade in rumpled khakis and a black blazer. (more…)


The saw-toothed mountain whose mists and tangled
Thickets bewitched us, and the slant-angled
Railway over hushed and holy redoubts
Where men have dreamed away twelve hundred years.

At the prompting of a priest we escaped
Blue-eyed Barcelona, fat with Christmas,
To seek the patron of my boyhood’s relics,
Which proved to be only an empty scabbard.

We wept together at the bone in the rock.
We shook hands with the genius of the place.
We traipsed the peak still filling its lonely cisterns with water.

Yet it was not to see the cave where golden images are kept
That I milked our time or write these lines,
But because I sensed you drawing closer,
Beset by a language in stone you could not speak.

Poet’s note: Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and a poem happens. So I thought I’d share one example here. More to follow, perhaps.

The top 7 questions I want answered about BuzzFeed

  1. Why does it do such a poor job of providing free resources to help children learn how to read?
  1. What is BuzzFeed doing to provide an engaging and well-curated browsing experience, akin to the best retail environments?
  1. How is BuzzFeed adapting itself to be more relevant to low income, minority communities who need help finding jobs?
  1. Why can’t I find free, reliable, well-written information on BuzzFeed about deep dive topics like history, politics, and science?
  1. Why doesn’t BuzzFeed provide free, live, in-person assistance if I want to learn about a particular topic?
  1. Why doesn’t BuzzFeed break down paywalls and let me read the latest articles in the top newspapers and magazines for free?
  1. What is BuzzFeed doing to improve its user experience, like providing free physical spaces where the public can consume their content?

This list is intentionally ridiculous. I don’t expect BuzzFeed to do any of these things.

This list does, however, describe what libraries do well, not flashy click-bait websites.

So, if it is absurd to ask BuzzFeed and its ilk to be like libraries, why is the reverse an endlessly repeated argument? Why do we deem libraries irrelevant unless they come to resemble the open Internet?

This post was provoked by an old but particularly odious post by Seth Godin, in which he says that we should close down libraries and instead spend public money on training people who will help the public get more “aggressive” about hunting down information online. Since all information is free now, Godin argues, we don’t need libraries anymore. We just need people who know how to hack their way through the Internet to the right information at the right time.

In other words, we should take all the money and cultural energy that we have spent creating libraries and training librarians and divert it instead to the purchasing of technological products and training an army of evangelists to promote their use.

In a world of physical libraries, communities get durable, multifunctional spaces which provide local employment, and are already partially devoted to providing free access to the latest technology and training people to use it. Libraries have long been and will continue to be adapted to future needs, while fulfilling their traditional role. In Godin’s universe, all of that is vaporized and converted to an endless stream of rent to Silicon Valley.