Picture this: a boardroom full of investors, spreadsheets projected on every surface, and someone’s assistant frantically taking notes about “synergy.” Then a teenager walks in, opens their laptop covered in anime stickers, and says, “So our AI tracks calories from photos. Made $1.4 million last month.” Welcome to
The mathematics of sound manipulation has always fascinated me—how a simple Fourier transform can decompose a human voice into frequencies, and how those frequencies, once understood, can be reconstructed into something entirely artificial yet eerily authentic. This technical capability became starkly apparent when OpenAI paused AI-generated depictions of Martin
Picture this: somewhere in Manhattan, a computer algorithm is having a conversation with another computer algorithm about whether you deserve to live indoors. They're not discussing your credit score or your employment history—those are so 2019. No, these digital overlords are comparing notes about what everyone else
Lars Ulrich is talking to a bunch of kids who weren't even born when St. Anger dropped, and this isn't some meet-and-greet bullshit where rock stars sign autographs and pretend to care about your demo tape. This is Ulrich—the same guy who took on Napster
Remember when the most unrealistic thing about reality TV was how clean everyone's apartments looked? Those were simpler times. Now we're living in a world where your Instagram feed might be more artificially enhanced than a Real Housewives reunion special, and honestly, I'm not
The first time I saw an electric motorcycle in Nairobi, I assumed it was a tourist's toy—some Silicon Valley executive's attempt to feel virtuous while on safari. But the rider wore the distinctive yellow vest of a boda boda driver, and his passenger clutched a
The first time I heard Protomartyr's The Agent Intellect, I was standing in a record store on Cass Avenue, the kind where the vinyl still smells like cigarettes from the '80s and the owner keeps a baseball bat behind the counter. The album came on over the
The Federal Trade Commission just dropped a lawsuit on Live Nation and Ticketmaster that reads like a greatest hits album of corporate bullshit. Hidden junk fees, secret deals with scalpers, artists getting screwed while fans get fleeced—it's the same song the live music industry's been
Standing on a friend's lanai in Honolulu last spring, I noticed something peculiar about the neighborhood below: nearly every rooftop gleamed with solar panels, arranged in neat rows like offerings to the sun. This wasn't California or Germany—places where you might expect such widespread adoption—
There's something beautifully weird about watching the guy who made us all addicted to our phones suddenly pivot to asking if technology makes us happy. It's like if the inventor of the alarm clock started a meditation retreat. But when Jony Ive stood up at OpenAI&
The best rock and roll I ever heard wasn't at Madison Square Garden or some corporate-sponsored amphitheater with $18 beers and VIP sections. It was at a 200-capacity shithole in Detroit where the ceiling leaked, the PA system had more feedback than a Twitter argument, and the bartender
The best friendships start in the weirdest places. Mine began on a game forum dedicated to obscure Sega Saturn imports, where three strangers bonded over a shared love of Burning Rangers, an extremely rare late-release Sega Saturn exclusive with approximately 5,000 North American copies produced. Twenty years later, we