Make something heavy.
Pop songs in Renaissance and Baroque style.
Great longread from Bilge Ebiri on Terrence Malick and his influential filmmaking style.
“What if you held a tree long enough for it to grow around your hand?”
You know I’m here for a Tangible Media Collection.
Which HTML element are you?
Part of our six year old’s bedtime routine is dictating a text for me to send to my wife while he’s brushing his teeth. See if you can detect a pattern in some recent messages:
If these don’t epitomize six-year-old boys, I don’t know what does.
Continuing the trend of the last few years, this is a “books I managed to read” list rather than a curated selection of favorites as my reading hit an all-time low. I could blame any number of attention grabbers in my life, but ultimately I’m just not In My Reading Era like I used to be.
Still, here are the titles that tickled my fancy in 2025, with links to anything I wrote about them.
Apple in China: The Capture of the World’s Greatest Company by Patrick McGee
Everything Is Tuberculosis: The History and Persistence of Our Deadliest Infection by John Green
Lost in the Stream: How Algorithms Redefined the Way Movies Are Made and Watched by Jeff Rauseo
Stolen Focus: Why You Can’t Pay Attention—and How to Think Deeply Again by Johann Hari
Finders Keepers: A Tale of Archaeological Plunder and Obsession by Craig Childs
The Phone Book: The Curious History of the Book That Everyone Uses But No One Reads by Ammon Shea
Revenge of the Tipping Point: Overstories, Superspreaders, and the Rise of Social Engineering by Malcolm Gladwell
The Demon of Unrest: A Saga of Hubris, Heartbreak, and Heroism at the Dawn of the Civil War by Erik Larson
The Only Plane in the Sky: An Oral History of 9/11 by Garrett Graff
Custodians of Wonder: Ancient Customs, Profound Traditions, and the Last People Keeping Them Alive by Eliot Stein
Surely You Can’t Be Serious: The True Story of Airplane! by David Zucker, Jim Abrahams & Jerry Zucker
Hollis Robbins on training LLMs on poetry and the concept of judging “greatness”:
Poetry is a kind of test case, a training ground for understanding what “expert knowledge” brings to the table. Mercor’s bet is that the same process that trains a model to write better poetry can train it to do better legal drafts, better medical diagnoses, better financial analyses. The core assumption is that professional judgment (a lawyer deciding how to frame an argument) and aesthetic judgment (a poet deciding how to break a line) are computationally similar problems. Both require the model to navigate an “unbounded” decision space where there is no single “correct” answer, only “better” or “worse” ones based on expert consensus.
Suddenly the “they should have sent a poet” line from Contact takes on a whole new meaning.
This is a victory for the humanities I guess? Perhaps a Pyrrhic one though.
See previous year in review posts.
My view from the end of all things 2025:
Joined my buddy Nicole Kidman at AMC for a 9:15am showing of Marty Supreme. Don’t think I’ve ever done such an early showtime before, but it’s a great way to start the day.
Here’s a snapshot of what this year looked like for me:
Size of Life is another banger from Neal.fun, one of the best places on the internet.
Shoutout to ROMAN and other obscure Excel functions.
Unfortunately, I have to side with Marco Rubio in the Times New Roman/Calibri font war.
In praise of the prescient and “punishing digitopia” of Spielberg’s Minority Report.
The real reasons you’re not reading.
Some thoughts after another Christmas season:
In his year-in-review post, Tom MacWright lauds the benefits of blogging:
Blogging has been, for me, an unalloyed success. It has connected me to people, given me a place to develop my thoughts, made some of my work on the internet – a place always decaying and forgetting – a little more permanent. I absolutely recommend everyone do it.
I know why most people don’t do it: not enough time and too much fear of publishing ‘bad writing.’ Maybe ‘nothing to write about,’ too, though this never seems that real to me, given how the average person I meet has interesting thoughts and ideas to share.
I second this sentiment. Next year will be my 20th blogging anniversary (!!), and at least for the way I approach it—as a personal, generalist, and low-stakes log of what occupies my interest and attention at the moment—it’s something you should be able to slide in between everything else in your life. That’s to me what makes it a fun and sustainable hobby.
It feels like people think writing a blog post equates to building an ornate wooden desk: something that requires intense dedication and specialized skills and a huge time commitment. But really it’s more like whittling a stick: dash off a few (key)strokes, make your point, and you’re done. Then whittle another one. That’s it.
He also mentions removing analytics, which is key. If you’re in it for the likes or views or revenue, then it’s a hustle, not a hobby, and you’re bound to abandon it or get burned out.
Christmas music. ‘Tis the season! Some newer albums I’ve been enjoying: Happy Golden Days by The Arcadian Wild, Sleigher by Ben Folds, and Family Christmas Album Vol. II by The Oh Hellos.
Homestar Runner. I didn’t realize this web series was still around, but browsing the website was a blast from my high-school past when this became an early-2000s pre-social media viral phenomenon. Episode #4 of Teen Girl Squad contains two quotes that remain with me to this day: “Y’all are so wack.” “Wiggidy-wack?” “Nope, just regular type”. And: “Grood. I mean good. And great. Great and good.”
Little Old You by The Okee Dokee Brothers. A new Okee Dokee Brothers album is like a national holiday in our household, so we’re very much enjoying this new one. Favorite track so far: “Apple of My Eye”
Death By Lightning. This Netflix miniseries adaptation of Candace Millard’s Death of the Republic (one of the best books of the 2010s) is textbook Chad, and also kind of a silly melodrama. If I didn’t know its context and backstory I would have so many questions about this stranger-than-fiction saga.
Apple in China: The Capture of the World’s Greatest Company by Patrick McGee. I can’t remember which blogger recommended it, but this book is a fascinating history of Apple’s place in the global economy over the last 30 years. I’d forgetten how much the one-two punch of the iPod and iTunes for Windows skyrocketed Apple into the stratosphere. RIP to my beloved 3rd generation iPod Classic 🥲
Forward by The Swell Season. I’m enjoying this new album from Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová, which feels like a spiritual sequel to Once.
How I, a non-developer, read the tutorial you, a developer, wrote for me, a beginner.
How Marlon Brando changed acting.
Red sprites FTW.
How to fix a typewriter and your life.
For me:
For my boys:
The hit game this autumn among my six year old’s playground friend group was one-way dodgeball, where another dad and I tried to nail them with a regular-sized dodgeball and one of those small rubber balls that come with the Little Tikes basketball sets.
We’ll call this game… Dadgeball.
Let me tell you: there are few greater thrills for a dad than when your kid is finally old enough for full-force throws. I mean we were really whipping it at them and they looooved it. They couldn’t get enough of trying to dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge their way around the jungle gym.
“Oh, you’re really not holding back,” said one mom.
Effin’ A, Cotton. Effin’ A!
Thanks to a few large coronal mass ejections from the sun, Chicagoland was treated to a brilliant display of aurora borealis tonight, which I attempted to capture through the trees outside our front door:
Don’t think I’ve ever seen it in person before, so that was neat.
Also neat? (Stay with me here…) If you zoom in on the top photo you’ll see the star Vega at dead center, which was way brighter in person. In the 1997 movie Contact, Vega was where the mysterious alien radio signal was coming from. And in the 2000 movie Frequency, the Northern Lights were the catalyst for the mysterious time-traveling radio signal.
Ipso facto, whether it’s aliens or geomagnetism or something else wonderfully mysterious, whatever is going on tonight should serve as the basis of a crossover sequel to both of these great movies.
As a Class of 2010 graduate, I can confirm: the best time to be in college was 2006-2010.
Approaching our work as art can change our worlds.
Cards Against Humanity Explains the Joke is an “incredible informational product that is 100% EXEMPT FROM DONALD TRUMP’S STUPID TARIFFS!”
A dad turned his favorite albums into playable trading cards for his kids. (Related from The Onion: Cool Dad Raising Daughter On Media That Will Put Her Entirely Out Of Touch With Her Generation)
A spinoff of an ongoing series
A Minecraft Movie. We watched this a few weeks ago as a special treat and the Minecraft-obsessed six year old was completely locked in. (To be clear, he’s never played the actual game but has absorbed a lot about it from books and his friends.)
Books. The two year old’s current favorites: Stir Crack Whisk Bake: A Little Book About Little Cakes, Spooky Celebrations Around the World by Matt Ralphs & Veronica Kotyk, Daniel Tiger’s Potty Time, and more. The 6 year old’s current favorites: pretty much just Hilo graphic novel series.
Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. Just like his brother at this age, the two year old has become a regular in the ‘Hood—both through the show itself and the Tonies and Yotos.
We were driving through southern Michigan awhile back and I noticed how the signs on country roads would change between DO NOT PASS when approaching a hill or turn and then PASS WITH CARE once the road straightened out.
But it was rather comical how quickly they went back and forth, because it’s not like a straight-shot through the desert—the roads are constantly winding through the rolling woodlands and farmlands of the Midwest. So it had the effect of “Do Not Pass, Pass With Care, Do Not Pass, Pass With Care…” And on and on and on.
Perhaps there’s a metaphor in there somewhere, but regardless it fits nicely alongside “take your time, hurry up” and “hurry up and wait” as a catchy contradiction.