No lo sé: en Bogotá
The common cheek blushing verbiage lets me off the hook when talking to the backpack inspecting security guard at the supermercado
Julién Godman
Carrera 7: en Bogotá
La policía are always looking for my uncle who drives all of my cousins around town. At some point my uncle and I will turn onto Carrera 7.
The Robert Stanzler Spitting Incident: Is Justice All We Want?
There are definitely more things insulting than spitting in a man's face, but not many.
Go! Sy Thai | This Little, Fast, Casual Joint In Capitol Park
Sy Thai is breaking the norm of what Thai food has been in the Greater Downtown region.
The Death of “Woke”
Julién Godman considers the Death of the word "Woke" (and other terms that are in danger of losing their meaning).
How Detroit Chief Storyteller Aaron Foley Edged Into Propaganda
While the position may have the public benefit in mind, like it or not, the concept of this government sponsored narrative is not far off from an Orwellian horizon.
La Casa | Cigars & Good Will in Harmonie Park
For me, the cigar has always been both celebratory and despondent. Like the many precipices and canyons of the mountains.
Stop Saying Detroit is One of The Most Vegan Friendly Cities in America
Defining veganism seems to be the biggest misunderstanding. This confusion remains one that both befuddles and alienates the general public, as well as the media.
Who Cares About Detroit PuppetART Theater?
Imagine PuppetART being granted space in the Dan Gilbert proposed tallest tower in Detroit, with potential major sponsors like Quicken Loans, Chase, and Shinola
The Apparatus Room | This Is Not A Bad Review
Spiced Cream, Floral Bubbles & Pricks of Rhubarb in the Detroit Foundation Hotel
Let Your Spirit Fly ! | Detroit Kite Fest Launches on Belle Isle
Elevates community by uplifting kite flying and creation as a platform for radical inclusion, communal play, shared healing, and the celebration of culture and history”
NBRHD | The Gentrification of ‘The Villages’ or the Aurae of Change?
The Villages are experiencing something almost reminiscent of a confluence of cries – all shouting out for their own interpretation and visions.
