All the Little Sweet Treats I Ate in Italy
Last week I randomly found myself on a flight to Florence, Italy, with no other goal than to eat some local tiramisu.
How Do We AI?
I fear we are not rising to the task of developing and distributing this technology responsibly and equally.
No One Has a Wattpad Phase Anymore
We’re seeing the consequences of writers playing hooky from the Wattpad/AO3/Fanfiction.net School of S—ty First Drafts.
My Best Friends’ Babies
Every glimpse of my people I see in these little faces is extraordinary.
Back to Pen and Paper
Soon the crisp paragraphs are surrounded with chaotic towers of written words, the columns teetering precariously.
Po as Christ Figure (My Latest Lunch Heresy)
They expected someone like Tigress—a fierce, intimidating fighter—not a food-service worker whose belly occludes his view of his toes.
Chichen Itza
Near the equinoxes, light and shadows along the side of the steps create the illusion of a feathered serpent descending the stairs.
Desire for Meaning
Day-to-day I felt evaluated on my ability to play corporate respectability politics.
Matching Capybara Shirts
He asked to be dropped off at the Harley dealership on Wednesday and we didn’t see him again until the next morning.
The Art of Skedaddling
I didn’t stick around the dining hall to chat and took the less populated path back to the dormitory with my dinner containers and my umbrella in tow.
