I was digging through a box of old gear last weekend—found my old pager and a dusty rotary phone—and it hit me how much we obsess over "connectivity" without actually feeling connected. We’ve...
I was sitting in my home office yesterday, dusting off my old Motorola pager—a little relic from my early days in Seattle—when I realized how much the "magic" of technology has changed. Somewhere...
I was sitting in my home office last night, cleaning the dust off my old Motorola pager, when it hit me: we’ve become so obsessed with the "science" of the algorithm that we’ve completely...
I was sitting in my home office the other day, dusting off an old Motorola pager I picked up at a flea market, when it hit me how much we’ve lost in the rush to be "optimized." We’ve become so...
I was digging through a box of old tech in my Seattle apartment last weekend—among the tangled charging cables and a dusty, beloved pager—when I realized how much our relationship with security...
I was cleaning out my desk last weekend and stumbled upon my old Motorola pager—a heavy, plastic relic from the early days of digital connection. It felt strange to hold something so tactile while...
I was digging through a box of old tech in my Seattle apartment last weekend—specifically a dusty, tangled mess of early 2000s memory sticks—when I realized something terrifying. We’ve become...
I was digging through a box of old tech in my Seattle apartment the other day—found my old pager and a dusty rotary phone—and it hit me how much we rely on "instant" connectivity. We expect the...
I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, staring at my dual monitors until the pixels started to dance, when I realized I couldn't even remember the last time I’d felt the actual weight of a physical...
I was sitting in my home office last night, tinkering with an old Sony Mavica—one of those early digital cameras that used floppy disks—when it hit me how much we’ve lost in the transition to...
