Essay 2.4 | Fans


Years ago, I did not attend Macworld, but I still remember one of the most important things I saw there. A small group of people walked the expo floor with cameras and posted short videos for those of us who were not in the room. They were not the keynote. They were not the official…
Every event has a cast, whether or not anyone calls it that. A board meeting has a cast. A fundraiser has a cast. A worship service has a cast. A customer conference has a cast. Someone is hosting. Someone is guiding. Someone is explaining. Someone is carrying the emotional weight. Someone is trusted. Someone is…
My mother belonged to a small circle of culturally curious friends who called themselves the “Gypsies.” Once a month they would go somewhere new together: a museum, a gallery, a theater, an artist’s studio, a special restaurant. On paper, it was simple. Pick a place, pick a date, and show up. But that is not…
Recent coverage highlighted a Barbie-themed immersive experience in Florida where families arrived to find something very different from what had been advertised. Reporting from the BBC and others focused less on any single misstep and more on the difference between what people expected and what they encountered once they got there.
In the musical Brigadoon, a village appears in the Scottish mist for one day every hundred years. For that single day, it is complete: people, streets, rituals, love, danger, memory, and song. Then it disappears again. That has always felt like one of the best metaphors for events. Before a great gathering, there is silence….
At Taipei’s Bangka Longshan Temple, some BTS fans recently did what people have done for centuries when something mattered more than logic could comfortably hold. They brought offerings. They made wishes. They asked for help. In this case, the help they wanted was not a marriage, a cure, a child, or a safer passage across…