I’m un-embedding myself from the United States for a couple weeks, heading south to Oaxaca, Mexico, where journalism is almost non-existent [ although there are two local papers, Noticias and El Imparcial ] but mescal and tortas are plentiful.
Why Oaxaca, you ask. I have a house there, which I built after the Dot Bust. Here’s a piece I wrote for the S.F. Chronicle about building the house: “The story of how I came to build a house in Mexico starts with a kidnapping and ends with a bloody beating on a dusty road.” [ Read it all ]
Hasta pronto.