I ended the indictment.fyi newsletter tonight and I feel a little guilty about it, so as penance, maybe, or out of a feeling that if I've taken something out of the world maybe I should also put ...
Fresh out of college and in need of a job I landed in the production department of the Chicago Reader. Now, 30 years later, I'm back to help rebuild its legacy on the web.
I've loved the typeface Cooper Black long before I knew what it was. Big, bold, and forever it's over 100 years old and still makes me so happy every time I see it. I made a simple patch to celeb...
I'm quitting 2023. After 364 days, today will be my last day. My tenure here has not been a good one and I requested an exit interview with HR so that 2023 can understand why I'm leaving and perh...
2023 was a lot of hard things, but losing Sinead O'Connor and Pee-Wee Herman within a few days of each other felt especially cruel. At the tail end of a difficult year I wrote a small offering to...
I thought Shane MacGowan was unkillable. If he hadn't died by now, the logic went, with all the drinking and drugs and living harder than most, maybe he never would. HBut, of course, he did.
When I was younger I tried to build artist/musician/weirdo Laurie Anderson's tape-bow violin from a single sentence description. While I never got it to work quite right, it taught me everything ...
I wrote some thoughts on the lonely year that has transpired since Elon Musk took over Twitter.
It's been a minute since I last updated my blog. But that hasn't been because I haven't been doing stuff. In fact, quite the opposite.
Every job I've ever stuck with, I've done so because it's felt like a never-ending series of puzzles to solve.
Today I'm excited to announce the start of a wholly new, super ambitious project in collaboration with the novelist Joe Meno. Welcome to Question Mark, Ohio.
I've had better months than March 2023, but now that it's basically over I thought I'd take take stock of some of the good work I got done amid the awfulness.
Earlier this year I wrote about how 2023, for me, is about trying. And then I made a patch to remind myself of that. And people wanted one, so now I've made them and you can get one.
I wrote about chatbots and magic and a turn-of-the-century spirit medium who spewed images of people from beyond the grave from her mouth. No, really.
I've been a lot of things, but I was a skater first. And skateboarding has taught me a lot about patience, about falling, and about getting back up.
I wrote about getting wrapped up in British football, about the poison in the brain of every 90s punk kid, and about embracing change.
I've been trying my whole life. These last few years I found that I'd stopped.
Lately I've been thinking about sad songs and the stories from our lives that resonate between the notes. It made me revisit a work-in-progress about the end of Punk Planet and the saddest song I...
With the start of a new year, I thought I'd share my journaling method and how using it to reflect on days, months, and years has helped me to (kinda sorta) get my shit together.
2022 was a middling year in a lot of ways, a shitty year in others, and a great year for culture. Here's 5 things I loved this year.
I have friends with hobbies. Friends who do pottery, who take pictures, who go hiking, who make scarves and tables. I've always kind of wanted a hobby, but they've never stuck. Instead, I work. H...
Today my pal Maureen Johnson releases her latest novel and I reflect on what it means to want the very best for the people you care about.
It's bitter cold, my kids are home doing school on Zoom, and I'm feeling oddly optimistic. Weird, I know. Here are three things that are contributing to that for me.
(Mostly) leaving Twitter has left me feeling disconnected from the news for the first time in a very long time. I reconnected by revisiting a technology I'd mostly forgotten about, RSS.
Our lives are so intertwined with the technology we use to live them at this point that to lose a space inside our glowing rectangles feels like true loss. Yes, this is about Twitter.
A story of an endless walk in Buenos Aires and the dreamlike place (and food) that it lead to. Shared today in honor of Argentina's advancement to the World Cup finals.
It's been a decade since I last really blogged. What could possibly go wrong?