I have a stubbornly "anti" disposition. I don't react well to impossibilities. It goes way back - and I'm assuming it has its roots in my DIY and punk rock obsession that I developed as an early teenager. I know - how very unique.
We have witnessed a multi-generational decline in reading comprehension. We read less, retain less of what we read, and struggle to engage in critical analysis. And if this trend continues, we risk undermining the very foundations of our society. In the bite-sized content and viral media age, too many of
I know this is going to make me sound old – but I miss the internet. The real internet. The one we used to have. Before it all got so much less – and somehow so much more – complicated. I went online for the first time around 2001. The 90s had ended,
Perverse Incentives are Poisoning the Well Think creator payouts are lifting up talent? Think again. Social media’s reward systems are driving creators into a race for views, churning out content at all costs. Here’s how it’s breaking the creator economy. Perverse incentives are the hidden traps lurking
My office is overrun with indie comics. Small press runs, hand-stapled zines, hardbound collections, beautifully risographed art books from creators who might never make another comic again. I buy them at small conventions, from Gumroad pages, from artists’ websites, and through Instagram DMs. Each represents a moment in time, a
I deleted my habit-tracking app yesterday. Three years of meticulously logged meditation sessions, workouts, and morning routines—gone. And I have zero regrets.
Watch on YouTube The Internet promised us enlightened discourse. Instead, we got PhDs arguing with anime avatars about gay frogs. New video essay: how social media’s engagement algorithms, psychological traps, and platform mechanics combine to make us collectively dumber through the trap of online “debate.” From the Dunning-Kruger Death
The Internet promised us a renaissance of discourse. Armed with instant access to all human knowledge and the ability to connect with brilliant minds worldwide, we imagined our online debates would elevate human understanding to unprecedented heights. But two decades later, we scroll through our choice of social poison, watching
I had a post go semi-viral (for me, anyway) last night. It's nice when I get a few extra eyeballs on my work, so - hello, new readers. Welcome to the party, etc. It felt like an important post to write. We are facing a lot of nonsense
Everything hurts right now. You open your phone. War. Collapse. Crisis. Corruption. Some days, it feels like watching the world burn down to ash in real-time. The weight of powerlessness settles in. The crush of too much information, too little agency. The vertigo of trying to find solid ground in