Rich Jackson’s #Long Reads features The Huffington Post, one man’s escape from embezzlement and the awkward history between Judaism and pork.
I have had a fascination with the Appalachian trial since reading Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods. It’s a 2,100 mile walk that runs from Georgia to Maine on the East Coast of the United States. So this story was like a dream for me, except it features financial embezzlement to the tune of $8.7 million, abandoned family and potential murder, as James T Hammes escaped from the authorities by assuming another identity and walking the trail for six years. Whether he did it or not is one issue (albeit massive), but this dude has the idea. Taking off, camping under the stars, climbing mountains, being consumed by a forest; just taking in the beauty of the wilderness.
I read The Huffington Post every day, and I think it’s an amazing product. Reading this article really provides an insight into why it is so successful. Arianna Huffington, her single mindedness, determination and foresightedness has created a leading digital outlet, one which I think gets the Internet consumer more than any other. I particularly love Huffington’s desire to include positive stories, which is probably the reasoning for all the cat videos. I admit I do hate the headlines (the, “This girl drank a litre of water, you will never guess what happened next!” sort of thing), just because of my newspaper background. And that they don’t provide a macro overview of the story. But, that is not to deny the Huffington Post‘s genius nature.
The story of a barbecued pork joint in Tel Aviv, Israel. Their signature dish is a pancake tower, “layered with pulled pork and slathered with maple syrup”. As you might have guessed, pork and Israel don’t go hand-in-hand, due to it being non-kosher in Judaism. However, the pork is a metaphor for liberalism, as people’s ties to religion are weakening. So what we have in this article is a delicious history of pork and its relationship with Judaism.
God I’m hungry now. I am going to go eat some instant ramen noodles, and maybe cry over the direction my life has gone.