About the Author
Sarah Fidelibus is a longtime educator with over ten years of experience in curriculum development and course implementation at the high school, college and professional levels. In addition to her work on and off campus, Sarah is a writer whose work has appeared at Poynter.org, the San Francisco Appeal and SF Public Press. In her free time, Sarah also writes the blog, San Francisco Treats--her tribute to all the best treats you can find in one of the best cities in the world. She can be reached via email at s.e.fidelibus [at] gmail [dot] com, and through all of the social media channels you see below.Connect
- "@justinSF But I will let you know! Would love to meet up if I make it to some of the events."29 minutes ago"@justinSF I'm not sure yet! I am waiting to hear about some appointments, and that's holding up me making a firm schedule for myself."29 minutes ago"@tomprete That info. is a matter of public record...maybe good to look at?"48 minutes ago
Monthly Archives: May 2009
Our Housewives, Ourselves: How Bravo puts the ‘reality’ in ‘reality TV’
Remember when Bravo was a true arts channel, airing off the radar independent films and providing viewers with hours upon hours of James Lipton interviews in which serious actors talked about their craft? If your answer is, “No,” that is likely because the Bravo of today bears little resemblance to its more high-brow ancestor, having clipped its artsy roots to grow instead into the CNN of reality programming: a place on the dial where a roster of a few central stories are repeated endlessly to justify the network’s role as a twenty-four hour cable channel. With CNN, of course, the stories are “news;” with Bravo, the stories are those of its reality TV “stars,” not the least of which are the women who populate the abbreviated seasons of the many incarnations of Bravo’s Real Housewives series. Continue reading
Lesson Learned?
Edmund L. Andrews’ recent piece for The New York Times, “My Personal Credit Crisis”, is a fascinating but also frustrating excerpt from his upcoming book, Busted: Life Inside the Great Mortgage Meltdown. In “My Personal Credit Crisis,” Andrews recounts the story of how he went from being a financially stable journalist with a great credit score to becoming a husband and father so deep in debt that he would lie awake each night awash in dread and anxiety.
I’ve read Andrews’ piece twice now, and must admit that I’m still unclear as to what point he is trying to make. Continue reading
Today feels like a poem (and yet there is prose)
Running in the rain on a Saturday, sans iPod. Usually music is necessary, drowning out the sounds of another chaotic weekday morning: the honking of anxious drivers, the loud clang of a truck bed swinging open, workers shouting to each … Continue reading
