A bit of everything, really

Last time I harped on how our time would be better spent having human-to-human conversations, rather than broadcasting them into the ether. In all honesty, I don't think this applies to everyone. Ezra Klein, the prolific author-once-blogger-opinionmaker-podcaster , should most definitely keep his going. Alive and well. I am biased, outlier-level biased, Spotify-wrap biased. I am one of the sad little creatures that make it onto their favorite podcast's 1st percentile, year on

The Holiday is one of the greatest movies ever made according to, well, according to me. The peak relationship - and there are plenty of good ones - is Iris and Arthur's, who meet as he walks his walker down the street, wondering if he would ever recognize his home. The two nurture each other, feeding off of that sublime encounter of a long life, full life, experienced life and one who hasn't learned to fly. Miles - Iris' other newfound friend - also one of clipped wings, q

If you ever find yourself reading text I wrote describing a table, know that you are in the presence of blood, sweat, and tears. Maybe not blood and sweat, but certainly tears. Mostly uncried tears. In the early stages of the massification of GenAI, I face a daily challenge. A moral challenge, even. How to draw the line between efficiency and craft? Suppose you need a t-shirt and sweatpants to go outside and, say, shovel snow. In this day and age, no one in their right mind

History will likely remember this past week. While it is challenging to forecast what will withstand the test of time, I have a dream. I have long held the newly enkindled dream of good speechwriting leading the news cycle. Leading the minds and hearts of the listeners. Leading the attention economy, challenging its ravenous desire for soundbite. And for that, Mark Carney , I not only salute but also thank you. We are taking the sign out of the window. We know the old order i