Nine Feet from the Ground
The battalion chief tells me real home intruders “don’t fuck up this badly.”
Stop Trying to Make AI Happen, It’s Not Going to Happen: A Rant
“Come on, bro, the Internet doesn’t have enough photos of people with twelve fingers, bro.”
Two and a Half Years Later…
Herons fished near trash still floating in their sanctuary.
Before We Go In…
It took us time to get used to John’s presence.
My Bad Reads on Goodreads
I actually might knock this out of the hands of my enemies to save them from reading it.
Beginnings, Endings, and Rituals
I couldn’t help but feel like there should have been more ceremony about it, or some kind of concrete ritual. Ribbons, maybe?
Keeping Tabs
I’m not looking at every fabric on the internet. I’m not looking at every news story either.
The Other Grammys
The piece is therefore about both an escape from the material and a return to it: its horn calls and dance rhythms are both earthbound and transcendent.
The Great British Part of the Great British Bake Off
Sue Perkins suddenly whisks the camera away to Oxfordshire to ask a scholar about what he calls “sexy bread:” cake.
A New Method of Staying Productive
Fitness
Setting #1: run four miles
Setting #2: run one to two miles with weightlifting
Setting #3: run three miles with weightlifting
