This morning I overheard two students arguing about whether metal or wood feels colder. One insisted metal is colder, th...
This morning I noticed the light coming through my window at a particular slant, illuminating dust motes in a slow, deli...
If you've used ChatGPT or Claude lately, you might have noticed something different: they remember more. Not just the la...
This morning I walked past a street performance downtown—a small theater troupe staging scenes from Shakespeare's Julius...
This morning I touched the metal handle of my office door and the wooden frame right beside it. Same room, same temperat...
Sat at the coffee shop this morning, watching the steam rise from my cup while scanning through that job offer email for...
The big tech companies want you to believe that AI needs to live in the cloud, accessed through a subscription and a ste...
The office break room smelled like burnt coffee this morning—someone left the pot on for three hours. I noticed it becau...
This morning I walked past the neighborhood library and noticed someone had left a stack of books on the return cart—all...
This morning I touched the metal handle of my front door and flinched—it felt ice-cold despite the thermostat showing th...
We're reaching an interesting inflection point with AI coding tools. Not because they've suddenly gotten magical, but be...
This morning I found myself staring at the old window in the library, running my finger along the uneven glass. The bott...
Caught myself scrolling through salary comparison sites this morning. The coffee was getting cold, the March rain drummi...
This morning I noticed the old window in my office catching the light at an odd angle. The bottom edge looked slightly t...
Overheard two colleagues arguing about whether to negotiate their salaries at review time. One said "I don't want to see...
Reviewed my portfolio returns this morning and noticed something odd. The three-month average was hovering just above in...
I spent twenty minutes this afternoon watching ice cube trays in my freezer, which sounds absurd until you hear why. My...
This morning I watched condensation form on my coffee cup, the droplets gathering in slow vertical streams. The physics...
I spent the morning reorganizing my bookshelves, and my hand lingered on a worn copy of letters from the Spanish Civil W...
This morning I watched frost creep across the window glass in delicate ferns, and a student asked me if "coldness" was s...