Why You Miss Things Harder When You Have Them
The thing I keep noticing about my friend Tara is that she has what I would describe, if I were being clinical about it, as a very accurate memory for dissatisfaction. Not in
The Bullet Holes You Can See Are Not the Ones That Killed You, or, What I Finally Learned About Success by Watching a Stranger Lose at a Claw Machine
There was a kid at the Peppermill in Reno last Tuesday, maybe ten or eleven, working a claw machine with the kind of focused intensity you normally associate with surgeons or bomb technicians.
The Man Who Measured Everything Except the Thing That Mattered
My colleague Darren was explaining, with the measured patience of a man who has explained this same thing perhaps forty times, why we needed to add a seventh column to a spreadsheet that
What Happens When the Expensive Part Gets Cheaper, and Why Nobody Believes the Answer
So there I was in the Safeway checkout line, not doing anything particularly noteworthy, holding a bag of pre-washed arugula I almost assuredly did not need, when the man ahead of me started
The Fire Under the Chair, or: What We Lost When We Stopped Having Nothing to Do
There’s a kid at the next table in this coffee shop, maybe eleven or twelve years old, and he’s doing that thing where he cycles between three apps on his phone