Eamon Kircher-Allen

I got the chance to stretch my economic muscles in a new commentary I published with The Century Foundation yesterday: My favorite part is the ending: . . . .

A mere three years ago, every headline about California from the Times to Buzzfeed was screaming about the droughtpocalypse.

In Alan Lomax’s The Land Where the Blues Began, he spends a great deal of time talking about the fife and drum music of the northern Mississippi hill country, a genre I was completely unfamiliar with.

This is the hammer that killed John Henry But it won’t kill me, But it won’t kill me, But it won’t kill me Take this hammer and carry it to my captain Tell him I’m gone, Won’t you tell him I’m gone Won’t you tell him I’m gone So go the “Spike Driver Blues”

The Lunatic Express got its name from its notorious expense and the high death rates of the largely South Asian workforce that built it at the turn of the last century.

New homes with a view of the Alemany Projects in Bernal Heights I’ve been waiting for a deeply reported article like today’s Times piece, “In Cramped and Costly Bay Area, Cries to Build, Baby, Build.”

I have no information on this performance besides that in the video description.

Just a quick reminder that, no matter how much El Niño drenches us this year (or doesn’t—we’re actually behind the curve on rainfall), California is still kind of up dirt creek in the long run.

This week we found out that ISIS has blown up the Temple of Bel in Palmyra, the millennia-old Syrian UNESCO World Heritage site.

This can’t be good: NASA tells us that the Central Valley is dropping 2 inches a month because of groundwater pumping.