July 13th 2024. a terrifying escalation in our nations political divide. I’ll always remember where I was. Trying on my dr manhattan suit that had just arrived from Temu

The Google commercial where the dad has his daughter use AI to construct a note to her favorite athlete rather than encourage her to write what she actually wants to tell her hero takes a little chunk out of my soul every time I see it.

Fellas is it classist and ableist to condemn the machine that undermines the spirit of human ingenuity, steals from artists to self perpetuate and melts the planet we live on

Let’s be clear about some stuff. Submission fees? Classist. Super expensive conferences in fancy hotels that don’t offer scholarships, don’t have interpreters, and completely ignore accessibility? Classist and ableist. Asking writers to write? Neither of those things.

The Mets have forced me to reconsider my stance that a team should only have one gimmick at a time. Coming around to the idea that actually the perfect baseball team is a tangle of fast-food mascots, roadside pumpkins, and journeyman infielders working on their music careers

This is for all of you who don’t plan on voting

god it must feel so good not to give a shit about other people — to be liberated from the burden of defending even your own self-interest.

Seems important that in Fahrenheit 451, books were still “available” in single-paragraph summaries—“read Hamlet in five minutes!”—but the books themselves had been banned for being too difficult. Tech boosters see a warning and think it’s an instruction manual.

#MLKDay

yeah it’s called going to your friend’s comedy show

Watching the Eagles run it up on the Chiefs after a full year of bull shit wins

this is how youre supposed to feel when youre making art with your hands btw