March 15 was my last day at HuffPost. It was a position I never really announced, and one I felt ambivalent about when I gave notice after eight months. Sometimes we join organizations to change them from within, and I met some truly talented people that I will work with again. It’s really a small world. I am proud of a few things from my watch that would otherwise not have happened, which is maybe all we can ask of the jobs we do at large companies. I spin out what my team there did and what I still want to build in this Medium post. The work is unfinished.
Upon leaving, I decided to take a nice long break before my next gig - six weeks is whole years in Internet time. I went platinum blonde. I celebrated my birthday with friends in a private karaoke room in Koreatown. I bought a one-way ticket to Portland, Oregon to see my sister Kat and she made me the best birthday card ever.
We went to secret hot springs and food pod clusters, ordered superlative chicken-fried steak (Portland food is just wow), and talked about the documentary projects she is creating.
From Portland, I bought a one-way ticket to Santa Cruz like the nomad I am, for nomads often travel the same circuit, moving between places they know and have deep connections to, however tenuous and far between visits. My close friend Margaret lives in the not-so-sleepy beach town and is building community narratives around one of the two tech startups I actually find exciting at the moment. We talked about what we want from our work in the next few years over warm garlic-artichoke bread on a quiet street in Pescadero after sitting in the sun outside a strawberry farm. I drove out and hugged my favorite Sequoias.
Though I usually drive, this time I flew from there to L.A. to be with some of my best friends - one of the reasons I may move to that warm coast in a few years. Laura and I walked the Venice beach in early morning as we always do, went to a surprise crab boil birthday party with pink mustaches, and made an incredibly strong spring garlic pesto that we spread on leftover matzoh, talking over next career steps and life choices we had and hadn’t made. At one point, I dressed as Wonder Woman.
When I arrived back in NY, I had a few days and then a round-trip ticket to Paris with a few weeks in Europe to sort out. I said yes to what I have refused in the past and with those fourteen days, I went from Paris > Oslo > Bilbao > Malaga > Paris.
I played (okay, observed) hangman in Norwegian with a friend’s eight-year-old daughter, ate staggeringly good pastries (in Bilbao!),
danced through the Guggenheim’s Richard Serra exhibit and under the Maman sculpture,
sat in the gardens of the Alhambra with a friend I will create work with later, and sat by the canal to realize that Paris will become very important to me in coming years.
And I conquered my fear of pants. Some of the evidence is on my Instagram, the current visual diary of our projected selves. I did not travel with my computer and only used my phone. I recommend it.
All of this to say, today I do want to announce my first day rejoining the Fault Lines program at Al Jazeera. My team will pull together the online experience for the show, working with content from the new weekly episodes and the archived seasons for the AJ English and the new AJ America channels. I like working with badass producers, and Fault Lines is the finest group of documentary journalists I know.
My work as founder and editor of Saucy. mag continues and the new “Movement” issue (No. 6) will be out this summer. Other projects of mine are fermenting and will launch later this year and in 2014. I’ll teach “13 Products In Search of An Audience” this fall at ITP (the animated gif syllabus).
Most important of all, thank you for sheltering me as I figured out which jigsaw pieces to snap in next. Here’s to the next adventures.