Ken Ilgunas

For the past week I’ve been working on a article for “GO,” Airtran Airline’s travel magazine. I flew down to Danciger, Texas (an hour...

This past Friday, in a moment of masochism, I went to the local Wal-Mart to bear witness to the horrors of Black Friday. I arrived at...

I was staying with a friend in Boston for, oh, a week and a half, so I decided to buy a $12 train ticket to Concord to visit Walden Pond....

UPDATE: David, over at his “Into the Woods” blog, has a reaction to my post, which you can read here. *** In October of 2008 I moved into...

Since I’m currently staying with a friend in Boston, the other day I decided to check out “Occupy Boston” in Dewey Square. It was similar...

I’m in Salon again. I did a story about my week in Zuccotti, which you can read here. I’m currently in Boston staying with my friend...

After our march for solidarity with Occupy Oakland, the police have been hanging out more and more around Zuccotti. They’re gathered in...

On Tuesday October 25th, about one hundred demonstrators of “Occupy Oakland” were arrested and their encampment was torn down. Several...

In the week I’ve been here, the site of the occupation has changed considerably. There are now street signs (Bakunin Ave, Jefferson,...

It seems like everyone is here for a different reason: for better treatment of animals, for better education, for climate change, for the...

The Occupy Wall Street Movement–initially written off as a bunch of white hipsters–has joined forces with black leaders and religious...

Today is my fifth day at Zuccotti Park (or Liberty Plaza). The Occupy Wall Street Movement is getting bigger and bigger. Every day, it...

I got a ride from Coldfoot to Fairbanks — stayed with my friend Josh Spice for two days — flew to New Jersey — dropped off my laptop and...

After spending a week and a half in Ferry, I hitchhiked up to Fairbanks and guided a van tour up to Coldfoot. I’ve been here since....

After hitchhiking 600 miles and thirteen hours with a sheet metal worker from Deadhorse (who was en route to Wasilla down south), I was...

Two weeks ago, I was on my hands and knees on the floor of Deadhorse Camp’s “coworker lounge,” trying to cough, or breath, or do so...

“It sounds like your inner Odysseus is lost at sea,” said Liam, the prize chef of Deadhorse Camp. I’d just let out a sigh—a desperate,...

Just this afternoon, a couple high schoolers writing for the youth section of an Indianapolis newspaper interviewed me, seeking ideas...

The Sag sags. It’s a gentle gurgle, a patient dribble, a sleepy two-lane road through a school zone. It leaks like blood from a wound....

So, I’m a working man again. I just finished my first forty-hour week (of menial labor) in over five years. At Deadhorse Camp (which is...