How much better could things be for us all if we believed the world is conspiring to do us good and we rejoiced in the joy of others?

The power went out, the Amish were involved, and for twelve hours, I forgot the internet existed. The outcome? My brain stopped screaming for the first time in a while.

Most business owners are haunted by "ghost tasks" → invisible, repetitive admin work that is quietly sucking the profit out of their souls.

I was standing in my dad’s workshop, covered in enough sawdust to look like a breaded chicken cutlet, when I finally realized why 'easy' is a trap.

I spent a morning in August screaming at an AI chatbot that can’t feel shame, and honestly, the bot won…not my proudest moment.

I’ve vibe-coded enough solutions to know exactly when a 'freaking amazing' tool turns into a Frankenstein Monster.

There has been this whole energy around TL;DR (too long, didn’t read) for a while now.  It feels like everyone wants the quick fix.  The magic pill.  The instant answer.  The summary of the book/video/article.

My LinkedIn feed just staged an intervention using a post I wrote to my future self three days ago.

Apparently, adulthood means picking one job, sticking with it forever, and giving up on magic. Ew.

Apparently, fonts have the power to humble you. I learned that the hard way.