Local black activists are taking their push for change into different terrains in the Twin Cities, from the Minnesota State Fair to the classrooms of North Minneapolis. There is a color that marked two interesting initiatives we came to know first-hand: purple. As in Purple Rain, the most popular song from the late musician Prince, Minnesota’s most renowned artist.
It's happening, or has already happened, almost everywhere. During the five years I've been at my company we have had three rounds of redundancies. While we've been on this trip, two of the fellows have received news there will be layoffs at their organisation when they return home.
Here we are, after flying across several time zones, in Minneapolis, ready to learn about American culture and the development of journalism in this country. Let's face it: we started to "have fun" very soon, despite the time difference and the habits that each of us brought in the luggage. And we can all be on time when it is needed (and punctual too!).
The opportunities we’ve had in the last several weeks to visit some of the most fabled newsrooms in the U.S. have been both inspiring and humbling. Whether standing by the hallowed coffee machines of the New York Times after attending the morning news meeting, or making idle chit chat in the elevator at the Washington Post, I’ve been struck by how hard so many people must have worked in these newsrooms, to turn them into the living legends that they are.
The moment I landed in Texas, it just felt right. Not exactly like being home, but some sort of comfortable feeling took over.
I guess it’s understandable. I was a kid here for a few years. I left Israel at the age of 3 and came to Dallas, where my father did his PhD in archaeology. After that, we went back home to Haifa.
I don’t remember Dallas very much. I do remember going to a Jewish school, where half of the day was in English, and the other half in Hebrew. I remember wearing a kippa, tsisit and cowboy boots to school.
Facebook’s New York office on Madison Avenue has that young and brash vibe that you would expect from the social networking giant (though a bit underwhelming, I would imagine, compared to its Menlo Park, California headquarters which we will visit in a couple of weeks).
There’s a Facebook Wall filled with graffiti. Grab some colored felt-tip pens and merrily doodle away. Madonna signed her name on the wall.