An anecdote about what happens when the entity who steals your intellectual property is the U.S. federal government.
A tale about my first 24 hours in Buenos Aires, in which my plane battled Mother Nature's wrath and how I became the latest statistic of skilled pick-pocketing.
Hope Street, Downtown Los Angeles I think it happened somewhere on Hope Street between W. 2nd & W. 3rd Streets, possibly a little after 8pm. It was the fourth day of November in 2011, a Friday night. I was enjoying the urban grid of the streets of LA on what turned out to be a very clear night. ... Continue Reading →