Comfort Food for the Thinking Class: The Great Intellectual Stagnation
Wander into any bookstore (I dare you.) The non-fiction table will be all but dominated by the usual suspects: Malcolm Gladwell's latest exploration of how some counterintuitive thing
My Year in Review
My year in review: Some things worked. Some things didn't. The kid grew taller. The work got harder. I wrote the words anyway. Drank the coffee. Paid the
Podcasting Could Use a Good Asteroid
I'm told there are now over 4.5 million podcasts in existence. The industry is worth 40 billion dollars, 158 million Americans tune in monthly, and the medium
Everything is Dead and We Killed It.
SaaS is dead. Punk is dead again, for approximately the four hundredth time since Sid Vicious actually died in 1979. Rock is dead. The novel is dead. Cinema is dead.
Uh Oh! The Infantilization of Failure
When apps fail, when software breaks, you'll likely encounter a message constructed from a specific vocabulary: "Oops!" "Uh oh!" "Whoops!" Sometimes you&
Thin Desires Are Eating Your Life
The defining experience of our age seems to be hunger. We're hungry for more, but we have more than we need. We're hungry for less, while
Growth is a Poor Man's God
We've built an entire civilization around a single metric: growth. GDP must grow. Startups must grow. Your follower count, your revenue, your personal brand, your meditation practice. The
Is It a Metric or an Obsession?
I’ve been thinking about why some people can track their progress on goals without going insane, while others turn into the guy who weighs himself four times a day
I Have Declared Feed Bankruptcy.
On Brainrot
The conservative commentator Erick-Woods Erickson observed on his Substack this week that Twitter has now convinced large swaths of the American right that Europe has been completely overrun by Muslims,
Don't Become a Connoisseur.
One of the great pleasures of my life is a bacon double cheeseburger. The simpler the better. Meat, cheese, a good pickle, a lug of ketchup and some sizzling bacon.
The Harvest Will Come
I spent most of my twenties believing that purpose was something you found once and then held onto. A winning lottery ticket you kept in your wallet forever. The self-help