Sick of reading me?
Sick of reading me? Always wondered what my voice sounds like over a crackly cellphone calling into a studio in Cambridge from western Massachusetts? Well,… Read More »Sick of reading me?
Sick of reading me? Always wondered what my voice sounds like over a crackly cellphone calling into a studio in Cambridge from western Massachusetts? Well,… Read More »Sick of reading me?
Eric Osiakwan is a busy man. Near as I can tell, he’s one of the few people I know who has more job titles that… Read More »Eric Osiakwan at Berkman
It’s too easy to pick apart the biased, inaccurate coverage of Zimbabwean state media. But there’s the occasional story so absurdly deceptive that it makes… Read More »Your humble author: less dangerous than African-American trade unionists
The first time it happened, it was deeply disconcerting. I was sitting in a beautiful garden in suburban Harare in the shade of a flowering… Read More »Holiday in Harare, part 5: Make a Plan
They turned off the Internet shortly after I left Harare. I don’t think the two events were connected. And they didn’t really turn the net… Read More »Holiday in Harare: part 4 – Zimbabwe’s Internet under threat
I’d been warned that my laptop could be searched when I entered Zimbabwe. I correspond with a few folks in Zimbabwe regularly and had a… Read More »Holiday in Harare, part 3: Reading between the lines