From longreads.com, I found this beautifully written short story, by William Torrey, about a man self-medicating his way through the pandemic, while attempting to keep his increasingly dysfunctional life intact.
By one second. On December 31, 2016, at 11:59:59pm UTC, one second was added to Universal Time Coordinated (UTC), which is the basis for the worldwide system of timekeeping.
I missed my Mom today. I think it’s the first time I’ve genuinely missed her since she died six months ago. That probably sounds harsh. Let me explain…
This short video from Vox reports on a phenomenon I’d not heard about but, as a central London resident, is apparently happening all around me.
Twitter’s 280 character limit raises an interesting question: how many tweets are possible before nothing new can be said?
This excellent story from Toronto Life profiles a brazen and prolific con man. Shawn Rootenberg serially romanced women, sometimes more than one at a time, and had a unique knack for scamming them out of their life savings. Modern dating apps seem perfectly designed for bringing together predators like this guy with needy victims.
We’ve had a great relationship over the years. You bring the world right to my fingertips. And you’re always there for me. Unfortunately, I’m a little too into you.
This is a beautiful letter from Richard Feynman to a former student on what constitutes “important problems”. I’ve always felt that important problems are those that advance your own knowledge, and ideally, the knowledge of others. But there’s an even simpler definition: any problem that brings joy in its solving is worth your time.
A man in Maryland got misidentified by twitter users as the perpetrator of a deplorable attack and he published an article about what the experience was like for him. The accusation was retreeted half a million times. This part jumped out at me:
I learned something important today. I had an idea to suggest to someone. But I wasn’t neutral about this idea.
The article linked below espouses a concept I’ve always found to be true but never fully appreciated as clearly as it is explained here.
In the mid-90s I got interested in the stock market and had a bit of money to invest so I opened an account with Charles Schwab.
Are you like me? Do you find yourself checking your Facebook news feed regularly and with ever increasing frequency? When you see a good movie, or take a cool photo, or experience something unique, is your first thought “I need to write a status update about that”?
Twenty nine years ago, I started my first and, up till now, only job, at Bell Labs in Holmdel, NJ (the lobby of which is pictured above). Bell Labs was a magical place in those days, sort of like a cross between a corporate think tank and a Grateful Dead concert.
Like an infomercial claim (“It slices! It dices!”), this article’s title sounds too good to be true, but it is true – in one article, I’m going to explain how the web works and you will walk away a better informed human being. All you have to do is give me a few minutes of your time.
Airports are generally pretty boring places but, every once in a while, something amazing happens.
I love a good puzzle. Tonight my wife told me something amazing: July is the worst month in which to undergo a medical procedure because the risk of a mistake is higher in July than in any other month of the year.
Which Beatles’ album is the one best loved by fans? I’ll answer that question below in a new and unique way, but first a brief detour…
I recently celebrated one of those birthdays ending in a zero and was rummaging through some old photos, school records, etc., when I came upon my fourth grade class picture. For those of you who can’t get enough 60s era fashion and hairstyles, the cover photo above is Miss LaRusso’s Fourth Grade Class, Collins School, Livingston, NJ in 1970, when I was ten yours old.
There’s one feature I really wish you would add.
You’ve probably heard the famous George Bernard Shaw quote about America and Britain being “two nations divided by a common language”.
I switched on the power and stood back, not knowing what to expect. Led lights briefly flickered and in an instant I heard someone, or something, call out to me, in a surprisingly natural sounding voice:
My daughter, Maya, is growing up too quickly. At some point the little girl who used to love to jump into my arms turned into a sophisticated pre-teen with an aversion to displays of affection, especially toward her father. That’s why the hand on my arm took me by surprise.