Once again I am deeply disappointed in my home printer.

Everyone talking directly to a camera, holding a gimmicky, small microphone, explainitorializing. 

My review of all modern tacos: entirely too much crema.

All software is too slow. 

When people show me their AI creations, I feel embarrassed for them.

New York Review of Gift Guides

All literary criticism is just an excuse for making lists.

You’ll be more interesting without optimizing.

Look, you can either do your life’s work, or you can look up stuff on Wikipedia, but you can’t do both.

Modern life contains entirely too much beeping.

Gulf of Amnesia

You’re not “obsessed” with that object — backpack, lemon-peeler, whatever. You just like it. Just say that.

The United States of Lines

The only people who care about audio fidelity are dorks. Dorks are important, but they are necessarily a subset.

Home design shows: problematic.

Something powerful about making a soup.

I always forget how many people dig on the Pope.

Indifference to royal family as principle of adulthood.

Every interaction now triggers a survey. “How did I do?” shrieks the mailbox, the fire hydrant, the paper towel dispenser.

Jazz lives (at the airport).

The people who travel with their pets are different.

Dancing, as a part of live musical performance: almost always overrated.

AI iconography reminds me grimly of glitter.

To go on sabbatical from being one’s self.

If it doesn’t work all of the time, it doesn’t actually work.

This is a test of the mundane broadcast system.

I am anti-Holidays, but the innovations in seasonal inflatable decoration are undeniable.

Is it possible to dislike a golden retriever?

The internet sped up the lifecycle of cliches. It’s a superspreader of conventions.

I rather fancy the Midwest.

Overall I applaud the proliferation of Substack newsletters and related examples of writers banging their own drum, but I encourage better proofreading.

I don’t understand how pop-ups on web pages are still a thing.

Camping: I don’t see the appeal.

Primal disgust: wet cat food.

Thinking of taking my mimetic desire out for a run on my hedonic treadmill.

At some point we all became diatribalists.

Country dogs hit different.

I dislike sequels.

There are people of the Word, people of the Excel, and people of the Confusing Color Charts.

Small dogs hit different. 

Going through life on the lookout for that Danver’s ice.