Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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In search of a digital town square
Ever since an infantile fascist billionaire (hereafter, the IFB) decided to turn Twitter over to the racially hostile anti-science set, folks who previously used that network daily to discuss and amplify topics they cared about…
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Boys! Ragu!
When you were a kid, what was a meal you always looked forward to?
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satyricon
The cruel and evil cannot be shamed.
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Fly, my designers, fly!
Designers can either become drivers of business within their organizations, or they can create the businesses they want to drive. We’re entering an era of design entrepreneurship, in which some designers are realizing that they’re…
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My father’s story
When he was eight years old, my dad taught himself to take apart watches and put them back together. He supported his mother by doing watch repairs at that age out of her little jewelry…
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Valediction
When my mother was pregnant with my younger brother Pete, my father took her to see West Side Story in New York. My mom said every time the orchestra played, Pete kicked in her womb,…
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About Pete
The world is losing one of the greatest musicians, rhythmic theorists, and just lovely and decent human beings ever to exist.
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Smells like victory
I love the smell of my neighbor’s weed in the morning. And afternoon. And evening. Seven days a week, God bless him. A grocery delivery guy dropping food at my apartment Thursday morning thought it…
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A Cat Tale
First thing after her breakfast, Snow White climbed into a small, half-filled paper and cardboard recycling box.
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A Tale of Two Pools
One of these worlds is gone, and to the other, we will never return.
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I’m Here
All my life I’ve known I was “creative” and “different.” Only recently have I realized that I’m both neurodivergent and bisexual. In my youth, as I struggled with drugs, alcoholism, depression, and underemployment, it never…
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He Built This City: The Return of Glenn Davis
You may not know his name, but he played a huge part in creating the web you take for granted today. And he’s back—kind of.
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Education is its own privilege
When I think back to my college friends and me, what a beautiful bubble we lived in! Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t a fancy college—it was state school, and we were all from out…
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Walking Through Fear
The mail carrier used to think I was away from home, traveling. Nope, just scared to open the mailbox.
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Fear of getting noticed
Back when I was in advertising, one of my team’s clients was a well-known Irish Airline. They could only afford an 1/8th-page ad in the travel section of the paper. But my partners and I…